Jock MacDonald was sworn-in as a Constable on 28 June 1961, he was 19 years old. He spent most of his career in regional areas such as Coen, Einasleigh, Kowanyama and Cairns. He was then transferred closer to Brisbane city, managing the Morningside Station for close to 2 years and also taking on the role of Inspector in the Brisbane communications room. He was eventually transferred back to Cairns and later retired there in 1992.
This interview took place on 19 July 2005 between retired Assistant Commission Greg Early and retired Inspector Jock MacDonald. In this excerpt Jock describes his experience leading a regional patrol of 15 horses with two trackers at the ripe old age of 19 in 1961
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“Yeah, well we went out, and it’s only within six months of my arriving at Coen, I was the constable that won the draw to do the next patrol. It was annual patrol, that big one, mainly going to these mission stations as they were then, Lockhart River and Weipa and Aurukun, because the deaths that had occurred during the year was our main task to attend to, investigate and do a report for the coroner back in Cooktown. So we’d get a radio telegram from one of the missions saying, “Oh Freddy BLOGGS died yesterday: chest pains, no suspicious circumstances.” and that would be the beginning of the file. So it was for that purpose that we did the annual patrol: to investigate those deaths when we got there, take statements from anyone who had attended the deceased.
So there was myself and two trackers went on that first big patrol in — started in May 1962 — going with those fifteen horses, troop horses, three packhorses. We took all our tucker with us of course, that included flour, rice, sugar and salt beef in bags, dried vegetables. Dewcrisp I think were the things that were put out those days — plus the ordinary spuds and onions which would only last so long of course in pack bags. We didn’t have much opportunity to replenish those around the traps because even these mission stations they weren’t particularly affluent those days, in fact the mission staff at times had even less food than we had in our pack bags when we arrived there on patrol. So we couldn’t, you know, get a lot of provisions along the way so we had to be fairly self-sufficient ourselves with what we took with us. We also took saddlery: a side of leather and rivets and saddlery gear, shoeing gear, horseshoes to re-shoe the horses as we went around on this big patrol.
As I say it took us about six weeks, and in each of the missions we’d stop for about three or four days to rest, and also to do our official work, that involved —apart from the deaths — the issuing of any driver’s license, registrations if there were trucks there on the mission, enrolment forms for the Electoral Act, those sort of things that a policeman did in those days. We were the government agent for every government department I suppose in those days: stock returns from all the stations that we visited. So we had to attend to those things as well. But it took us about six weeks to do the big patrol.”
“Just like a travelling salesman!”
“Oh look I’ll tell you what, it was quite (laughs) it was quite an eye-opener for a young bloke like me. I was only nineteen of course -
“What about the living out and that like you did, had you had experience of that before?”
“No, no I hadn’t Greg. I was — as I said I grew up in a city as a kid and went then to Brisbane there for those two or three years as a cadet, and then virtually up into Coen. A completely very remote and sparsely populated area and very few resources of course, so we took our swags and rolled out under a tent fly every night when we were camped out along the road. Oh it wasn’t a road, it was an old blazed track or something from some of the mining days, we followed those occasionally.
And other times I just followed the tracker through the bush — there appeared to be no track at all or no sign at all, so he led the way, or both the trackers led the way up the front and I was the tail-end Charlie of course bringing up the rear and chasing the packhorses at the rear. So it was (laughs) quite new to me I can tell you.”
“And a big responsibility for a nineteen year old, to be in charge of an outfit like that.”
“Well it was too, but oh as I said I learnt very quickly. And I think that was one of the things I appreciated much about going to Coen, you know having these experiences at Coen it made me grow up very quickly, accept responsibility and make decisions on my own. There was no radio or telephone to get back to the boss back in Coen and say, “What do I do about this?” it was a case of work it out for yourself as you went along.
And by gees I can tell you there were a few scary moments (laughs) along the way, I didn’t know what I was going to do. I think there was one stage I was going to resign. And when I got to the first mission I reckoned I’d blown it already and that I wouldn’t last in the Queensland Police after one or two (laughs) incidents between Coen and Lockhart River, so I was ready to just about resign when I got there. But I persevered, and as I say got used to it all and grew to love it actually.”… Continue reading