how has the yowie changed your life?

[flashtimmy]

just wanting to know how the yowie has change your life or how you perceive the Australian bush after finding out about the yowie?

[Natty]

A VERY healthy respect 4 the bush n everything in it, pretty trippy(chills up ur spine when u realise you've been looking at sign 4 years n didn't know).

[Shazzoir]

just wanting to know how the yowie has change your life or how you perceive the Australian bush after finding out about the yowie?

Interesting question, Flash

I used to think there was nothing I couldn't handle in the Australian bush. I'm not afraid of snakes or spiders (but have an extremely healthy respect for them), and thought that the only thing 'out there' that could theoretically harm a person would be a Buffalo, or a stroppy camel or wild bull. Dingos might be able to give a person a few problems, particularly if there are a pack of them, but that is what I thought was the worst nature could throw at me. I'm not counting things like adverse weather, starving or dying of thirst, just potential for animal damage or harm.

From quite a young age, about 11 or so, I learned about Yowies after an experience that scared the shiat out of me. From that point on, I still thought they were mostly harmless, observing rather than being intimidating. As I read more and more, and compared it to my experience, I was happy with that. It wasn't until I found this site and read some of the contact experiences that other people had had that made me change my mind.

I'm not really brave as it is, as I have a very well developed self-preservation instinct, and the thought of being out in the bush on say, a Yowie expedition both scares and fascinates me.

For this reason, you won't find me tramping about the bush with the same carefree manner I used to, and now that I have lost vision in my left eye, I feel I would be at a distinct disadvantage, should something go awry. You probably won't ever see me out there looking for a Yowie, but I'll lend a hand in any way I can to help others do so.

I believe there is more 'out there' than our pathetic humans-know-it-all mindset would indicate. One day, I would get the utmost satisfaction if conclusive proof of existence of something like a Thylocoleo, Thylacine, Yowie, Bunyip, Little Hairy Man in Australia, but I would also feel saddened that something that has survived this long is now just a chapter in a scientific journal and the subject of a nine-days' wonder for the media.

Kind regards,
Shazz

[Opus]

As per my other posts I have gone through various stages in my life.

In my teens I was s#it scared of Yowies, even though I lived comfortably within the urban surrounds of Kempsey. The George Gray and Robert Winkler stories got right into my psyche. Read about my end-of-school camping trip to see how it was ever-present in my mind.

After I left Kempsey and went to college in Bathurst, the yowie, and camping for that matter, left my existence and I became somewhat ambivalent to it all.

After college I moved to Canberra and became immersed in career and ultimately family.

Now I'm at the stage where I have nothing left to prove professionally and having moved to a few acres just out of Canberra I find that I am becoming more and more interested in the hairy bloke again.

I must admit though that the reports of encounters that I'm now reading have me back in the s#it-scared category again and I'm suddenly very afraid of bush-camping in small numbers. I was going to take my teenage boys on a canoeing/camping trip down the river from Kangaroo Valley at the end of the month but I'm starting to get the creeps about the idea.

My eldest son did this trip last year with school. I wouldn't have a problem with a 12-20 strong group even if they're only 15 year-olds but I'm not afraid to admit that I'm suddenly very cautious of camping out with two teenagers in a river gorge that's only accessible by the river.

All this and I'm still a skeptic on the matter...