Peter Moore left the city behind in 1952 to become part of a dying breed - a long distance drover. In My Droving Days we follow his progress through the 1950s as he rubs shoulders with the larger-than-life characters - and their dogs and horses - who trekked along the outback stock routes of western Queensland and New South Wales. Meet the world's worst cattle dog and the station hand, Charlie, who blows a laden outside toilet (and its contents) sky high; thrill to the high drama of a night rush (stampede); catch a poddy dodger in the act and live to tell the tale; literally get caught by a beast's horns; take on a brown snake while collecting wild duck eggs or shoot a few roos to feed the twenty-seven dogs in the team. My Droving Days captures the real taste of the outback and the vanishing world of the overlanders, bulldust and all. | 
