Bang-up bush Xmas

I learned to shoot and drive when still in primary school, but now need smelling salts at the thought of my own children accessing the same opportunities.

This Christmas is a big Bongers Fest at my brother's property outside Biloela. A forty-strong gathering of the clan complete with cold room, camper trailors, and you guessed it, guns. 'Slug guns,' my brother clarified after a moment of dead air on the phone line. 'For the kids.'

And his twelve-year-old wants to teach our ten, twelve and...