A STOCKMAN - bleeding and with little food - spent seven nights up a tree in a crocodile - infested swamp before penning a poignant farewell to his son.
"Surrounded by crocs and snakes," wrote 53-year old David George, scratching the note into the lid of a tobacco tin.
"See choppers every day flying in too low - can pass a football to them, they must be blind, Love you my son."
The father of one yesterday told his remarkable tale of survival and rescue by helicopter in rugged bushland near Coen in Queensland's remote far north.
"Every night I was stalked by two crocs who would sit at the bottom of the tree staring up at me. All I could see was two sets of red eyes below me and all night I had to listen to a big bull crocodile bellowing a bit further out, I'd yell out at them, 'I'm not falling out of this tree for you bastards',"
Mr George said.
To advise that Vest (Les Bowyer) passed away this morning. Regards, Chris (Son).
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