[toc]The calm before the crack[/toc]
When you talk to John, you can tell straight away he’s done his fair share of miles. The kind of bloke who knows how to fix a truck, patch a tyre, and laugh off the odd hiccup on the road.
His story begins partway through a long loop through outback South Australia, near Anna Creek Station.
John’s setup is no small operation. Years ago, he bought a few old Telstra patrol vehicles at auction and turned one into a tidy camper with a bed on one side, kitchen and cupboards on the other, drawers for tools, spares, maps, and a full first-aid kit in its own spot.
[pullquote]You’re a long way from anywhere, sunshine — you just gotta do it.[/pullquote]
“I like knowing where everything is,” he says. “If something goes wrong, you don’t want to be rummaging.”
It was September 2022 — hot, dry, and quiet. He’d pulled over for a walk and a bit of shade under a tree.
Then, without warning, the calm afternoon turned chaotic.
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[toc]When the branch came down[/toc]
One second, he was stretching his legs, the next, a thick branch came down out of nowhere.
"I just heard the crack and jumped,” he says. “Managed to get most of me out of the way, except my left forearm.”
The pointed end of the branch dug in just below his elbow and tore a rough line toward his wrist. It wasn’t bleeding heavily, but it looked deep.
“You look down and think, well, that’s not great,” he laughs. “Probably needs a couple of stitches.”
[pullquote]It didn’t hurt much — shock’s a wonderful thing.[/pullquote]
There wasn’t anyone around for miles, with no phone reception, no help coming soon.
“You’re out there on your own,” he says. “So you deal with it.”
[caption]John in vast country[/caption]
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[toc]Bush first aid, done right[/toc]
Back at the truck, John went into autopilot. He washed the wound out with water from his tank, then reached for his Rescue Swag.
First, he opened up an antiseptic and applied it to the wound.
“That was a mistake,” he grins. “It stung like hell.”
After flushing it again, he grabbed adhesive closure strips to pull the cut together, then added a dressing and a bandage.
When he ran out of medical tape, he improvised. “Electrical tape did the job. Not ideal, but it held.”
Every movement was careful and unhurried. Once the bleeding had stopped and the arm was secure, he climbed into the driver’s seat and started the long drive toward help.
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[toc]Miles of dust and determination[/toc]
The first stop was William Creek, the kind of place that’s little more than a roadhouse and a pub.
[caption]The Royal Mail Hotel[/caption]
[pullquote]No one in town, just a backpacker behind the bar.[/pullquote]
So he continued south down to Marree, only to find the local clinic closed and the police station shut. He pulled out his satellite phone and called ahead to the Leigh Creek Clinic, roughly 300 kilometres away.
“I told them what happened, and they said, ‘How long will it take you?’ I said, ‘Couple of hours if the road’s good.’ They said they’d be waiting.”
The drive was rough, the adrenaline fading, the pain creeping in. But he stayed steady, arm propped up on a towel, dust swirling in the cab.
“No point panicking,” he says. “That just wastes time.”
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[toc]A nurse, a glue bottle, and a pub[/toc]
When John finally rolled into Leigh Creek, the small clinic team was ready.
A nurse with RFDS training took one look and got a doctor on the phone.
Together they cleaned the wound properly and found a small splinter of branch still lodged inside.
[pullquote]She glued it all back together, magic stuff.[/pullquote]
They patched him up, made sure he was steady, and even booked him a room at the Copley Pub five kilometres up the road.
“By the time I had six beers, I felt terrific,” he laughs. “Slept like a log after that.”
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[toc]Back on the road, a little wiser[/toc]
The next morning, the relief set in along with a healthy dose of gratitude. “The nurse did a cracking job,” he says. “Could’ve been a lot worse if I’d mucked around.”
[pullquote]By the next day, I was just sore and very lucky.[/pullquote]
Back home weeks later, a doctor checked it over. The wound healed cleanly and now presented just a scar as a souvenir. “It took six or eight weeks all up to heal,” he reckons.
John finished his trip, dodging flooded roads and detours all the way back east. “Everywhere was closing,” he says. “I got through just before the lot of it went under.”
He’s since been back on the road plenty of times. There’s a lesson in his story, but he tells it without fuss. “You’ve got to be prepared,” he shrugs. “Doesn’t mean you’re scared, it just means you’re not silly.”
[caption]John's first aid kit spot in his car[/caption]
He still keeps his first aid kit stowed in the same drawer in the back of the truck.
He has even used it since to treat a mate who copped a snakebite on another trip. “Those snake-bite bandages in the kit are bloody brilliant,” he says. “Get the tension right every time.”
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[toc]Lessons in preparedness[/toc]
[tip number="1" title="Keep it simple, keep it smart"]
Out bush, preparedness isn’t about fancy gear, it’s about having what works and knowing how to use it when it counts.
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[tip number="2" title="Know your setup"]
John’s calm response came from practice. Because he knew exactly where his first aid kit and tools were, he could act fast when things went sideways.[/tip]
[tip number="3" title="Plan for the unplanned"]
A satellite phone connection made all the difference. Out bush, help can be hundreds of kilometres away, so think ahead before you hit the road.[/tip]
[tip number="4" title="Stay calm and steady"]
Clear thinking beats panic every time. Taking it slow helped John patch himself up and make the long drive safely.[/tip]
[tip number="5" title="Preparation builds resilience"]
Real resilience isn’t luck, it’s readiness. When you’re equipped, informed, and confident, you can handle whatever the outback throws your way.[/tip]
