Hi there folk, I would like to just share/vent experiences I had at Scott's
Reserve just out of Woods Point this Easter.

We had been planning this trip for some time, had 3 families involved in the
planning and it promised to be a great break.

I got out of work early on Thursday and shot home on my bike to find my
trusty paj all loaded up by my wife (ever notice how they forget unimportant
things to them (like a ground coffee for peculator) and its all good for
them), and she did a great job. Got out of the sth eastern burbs of
Melbourne and on our way there by 3:30pm.

We made Woods Point in good time and found Scott's Reserve to not be overly
crowded. We found our friends easy enough and set up camp and did a wood run
for the cooking fire. Then it was just relax time, have a feed and then some
bourbons and bullshit round the campfire.

Had a bit of a sleep in on Friday morning and then a bit of a walk, on
looking at the entrance to the reserve I noticed a heap of commodores and a
couple of 4x4's parked up on the rd. I thought maybe they were waiting for
the group to catch up and go onto kevington or something. How wrong can 1
person be?

They pulled into the camp and warning bells should of rang out loud when I
spotted the trailer mounted cool room coming down the driveway, but they
didn't.

By lunchtime we had the drone of a big 240volt Gen set going, this was to
run the cool room. The next thing that they pulled out was a peewee50 and a
peewee 80 trail bike, great I thought, a reasonably safe place for the kids
to play up the back of the reserve.

By Friday late afternoon, we were thinking "wow, sure hope they turn the gen
set off soon and stop the kids riding through everyone's camps". Sure enough
they turned it off just before dark and the kids put the bikes away.

WE had a feed and got all the kids to bed and started to have a drink, there
was a campsite 200 metres away supplying everyone at the reserve with some
80's music, all was nice...until our gen set bike toting comrades (lets call
them the Feral's) decided they wanted their music, so we had battle of the
sounds till midnight.

I was up early on sat morning and went and visited a family I had met at
this campsite maybe 6 or 7 times in the last 18 months and asked how they
enjoyed the battle of the sounds (they were between the 2 camps playing
music), the folk here informed me they had visitors at 12 midnight, the
feral come over to introduce themselves and to brag about their hunting
exploits with an air rifle and a possum.

We escaped the camp for most of the Saturday by going into Mansfield for the
Easter market, it was nice to get out of camp and get away from the gen set
and the bikes (they started both at about 8:30am). We returned from
Mansfield late afternoon to find the feral's quite pissed and noisy. There
was one feral with an air rifle with 10 kids following him up the river I
spied as we went over the little bridge into camp.

I had a bit of a session myself on Saturday night and managed to sleep in a
bit Sunday morning, on looking at the camp I had visited the morning before,
it was deserted. I wasn't feeling 100% from the night before and decided to
cancel my plans of going out for a 4x4 through the local area.

The gen set was up and running and the kids were back on the trail bikes. I
heard a car up on the road and looked up to see the local copper coming, the
Gen set got turned off and the bikes were suddenly off and parked by the
time he got into the reserve.

He soon left (not before 7 girls under 9yo from our camp run up to his car
with Easter eggs for him, (ever seen the cop at Woods Point?, he doesn't
need them)). An hour later the bikes were back out and the fridge back on.

The shovels came out next as the feral's decided to dig up the main driveway
into the reserve and make a jump for the trail bikes. Soon 1 of 4x4's took
off and came back 15 minutes later dragging a piece of tree about 3 metres
long and a metre wide, wow we are in for a night I thought.

The people I visited the morning before had returned, so I went and paid
them a visit, they decided to escape for the day, they had had enough of the
feral's and needed to escape. The hunting feral had paid them a visit the
night before to brag about his prowess hunting fish with his gun.

I had an early night as the camp was quiet, as most people including the
feral's had gone into Woods Point for the local bush dance. About 4am I was
woken by headlights and a car doing doughnuts in the middle of the reserve,
he crashed into something and took off. I managed to get back to sleep and
woke at 6am.

I got up and noticed the people from the camp I pay regular visits to were
up so wandered over with a coffee and a cheery hello and sarcastically asked
how their nights sleep was. They were ropable, I didn't know the half of it.

WW3 had happened over night with the feral's and another campsite, a man had
got up and asked them to be quiet at 2am, they were proving their man hood
by spotlighting an owl and trying to shoot it. He said they were a disgrace
and should be ashamed, he explained he had kids and they couldn't sleep, the
feral's said they had children and they couldn't sleep either. He went to
bed and they terrorized his campsite, kicking over stuff, smashing bin lids
etc.

The bikes started very soon and I decided that was it, i'm outa here, by 9am
I was packed and on my way back to Melbourne.

Rego's of cars were taken and reports are going to be made to DNRE and the
local Police.

I doubt I will ever go to Woods Point again for Easter, the feral's had such
a good time, they will be back.

So moral of story is, be wary of trailer mounted cool rooms on your camping
trips, they are probably feral's.

P.S. If you're reading this and a feral from the weekend, you're a disgrace
to human kind!

Slej

90 paj