"Mackay, you've got the tree climbing."
And with those words from Steve Hollander, founder of the Rural Games, my heart sank, along with my dreams of being a speed shearing commentator.
Did Hollander not realise my shearing pedigree as a farmer/dagger/crutcher/hacker who could shear 200 lambs in a day, albeit with tail wind? And what made him think Craig 'Wiggy' Wiggins (a broken-down rodeo and jet boat sprinting commentator, who makes an occasional cameo appearance on this website) could do a better job? What were his credentials?
With slumped shoulders, I meandered mournfully to the farthest corner of the Queenstown Recreation Ground, venue of the inaugural 2015 Rural Games, to describe some skinny bloke climbing up a tree. Grant Nisbett, eat your heart out.
If I couldn't land the plum job of speed shearing, why couldn't I do something exciting like the dog trials, the Highland Games, the speed fencing, the wood chopping, the coal shovelling, the egg throwing and catching or that most quintessential of rural sports, the gumboot throwing?