I wanted to show all the different scenes from the old station days. The buck jumper like an olden time rodeo, when we took turns riding the bulls and fresh horses after coming back from riding all day. A wild colt galloping away, I learnt to ride on a donkey first then a horse, my father in law got me to break in the fresh horse that just came in. A man on a good muster horse out on country and a dingo howling. On the top is the face of a horse like the one I rode. Underneath the brim, is the skulls and bones of the short horn bulls that died of thirst. When I was young we had to drove the cattle all through the night to get to the only waterhole. I remember waking up surrounded by cows must have fallen asleep and I had lost my hat. When we arrived the waterhole it was surrounded by dead cattle. I had to drink from that same waterhole too and I couldn't get over the smell. They said I would have to get used this kinda life if I was to be a Drover.