I feel an affinity with the Button man. Living in the rhythms of the bush instead of the cacophony of town isn’t unattractive…although here I sit in town 😂
Haha, yes. I feel I understand why Buttons is out there, too. But as romantic as it sounds, life would be tough, I imagine it would be a bit like that TV survival show Alone.
I feel like at the end of the bitumenised part of the Barry Way, heading south, from my neck near Ingebirah Gap down to Buchan, is a north-south traverse of Button territory, and my future desires to swag its length (I just got swagged-up last month) have trepidation in them due to the stories of the Button Man. My brain runs scenarios, as is its autistic wont, and they all hope that he’s friendly, and sees the fellow recluse behind my rehearsed rhetoric.
Speaking of cryptids, I saw the Gippsland Big Cat on our property a few years ago. Well, it was a big cat. Well, a cat that was big. The back half of it hurtling off between the rocks, anyway. Might not have had my glasses on, and was on the quad bike, and it was dusk. Gippsland Big Cat, definitely,
That sounds like a wonderful route. I really look forward to reading all about it when the time comes. I wasn't aware of Button Man sightings over that way, but I wouldn't be surprised if he has gone wandering. Why wouldn't you if you had that freedom! I didn't want to give his normal location away, but I think you'd be unlikely to bump into him on that route. But if you were to, I would say you'd have a great story to tell upon your return. He seems like quite a character. From what I can gather, people's fear of him is based mostly on the unknown and the fact he's socially awkward. But he's never been known to hurt anyone, and he's normally just asking questions. Quite a few people have had quite positive encounters with him.
As for the Big Cat, that would have been great to see. Growing up I would hear stories about the Blue Mountains Panther, and I know two people near me in the Victorian Alps that have seen a large black cat. One swears it was the panther, says it was right in front of him on the road up near Dinner Plain, and the other thinks what he saw (not too far from that same location) must have been a very, very large feral cat. Aahh, the mysteries :)
That farm grows all sorts of things, actually, so it would be a very attractive place to pick at... If indeed it was the Button Man mum saw and not some large animal stuck in an apple sack 😆
Here we are, in our respective corners of Victoria: you in the mountains, and me down on the Bay. It's the smallest, most cleared, most tamed, most populated mainland state; and yet it is vast, and wild, and empty enough for any number of Button Men to roam in search of apples and solitude. I've been here for nearly a quarter of a century now and I still can't grasp the size, the breadth and depth of our country. I keep on writing about it in the hope I'll one day understand it.
It certainly is a wide and wild place, and so vastly different from Country to Country. I'm thankful that parts are so inhospitable as to have inadvertently protected them, at least for now.
I feel an affinity with the Button man. Living in the rhythms of the bush instead of the cacophony of town isn’t unattractive…although here I sit in town 😂
Haha, yes. I feel I understand why Buttons is out there, too. But as romantic as it sounds, life would be tough, I imagine it would be a bit like that TV survival show Alone.
I feel like at the end of the bitumenised part of the Barry Way, heading south, from my neck near Ingebirah Gap down to Buchan, is a north-south traverse of Button territory, and my future desires to swag its length (I just got swagged-up last month) have trepidation in them due to the stories of the Button Man. My brain runs scenarios, as is its autistic wont, and they all hope that he’s friendly, and sees the fellow recluse behind my rehearsed rhetoric.
Speaking of cryptids, I saw the Gippsland Big Cat on our property a few years ago. Well, it was a big cat. Well, a cat that was big. The back half of it hurtling off between the rocks, anyway. Might not have had my glasses on, and was on the quad bike, and it was dusk. Gippsland Big Cat, definitely,
That sounds like a wonderful route. I really look forward to reading all about it when the time comes. I wasn't aware of Button Man sightings over that way, but I wouldn't be surprised if he has gone wandering. Why wouldn't you if you had that freedom! I didn't want to give his normal location away, but I think you'd be unlikely to bump into him on that route. But if you were to, I would say you'd have a great story to tell upon your return. He seems like quite a character. From what I can gather, people's fear of him is based mostly on the unknown and the fact he's socially awkward. But he's never been known to hurt anyone, and he's normally just asking questions. Quite a few people have had quite positive encounters with him.
As for the Big Cat, that would have been great to see. Growing up I would hear stories about the Blue Mountains Panther, and I know two people near me in the Victorian Alps that have seen a large black cat. One swears it was the panther, says it was right in front of him on the road up near Dinner Plain, and the other thinks what he saw (not too far from that same location) must have been a very, very large feral cat. Aahh, the mysteries :)
Ooh, I liked reading about this mysterious man! I hope he found some good eats to haul back to his abode!
That farm grows all sorts of things, actually, so it would be a very attractive place to pick at... If indeed it was the Button Man mum saw and not some large animal stuck in an apple sack 😆
A large animal stuck in apple sack with buttons!
Here we are, in our respective corners of Victoria: you in the mountains, and me down on the Bay. It's the smallest, most cleared, most tamed, most populated mainland state; and yet it is vast, and wild, and empty enough for any number of Button Men to roam in search of apples and solitude. I've been here for nearly a quarter of a century now and I still can't grasp the size, the breadth and depth of our country. I keep on writing about it in the hope I'll one day understand it.
It certainly is a wide and wild place, and so vastly different from Country to Country. I'm thankful that parts are so inhospitable as to have inadvertently protected them, at least for now.