Today’s photos come from Dean Graetz, who notes, “I offer an unusual contribution to Readers wildlife photos. It is an unusual personal story.” Dean’s captions are indented, and you can enlarge the photos by clicking on them.
A Wild Life Extinction
Some 50 years ago, I encountered an unfamiliar way of Life. It was a Wild Life: the lifestyle of Aboriginal people who have lived as nomadic hunter-gatherers in the Australian deserts for the last 60,000 years. I met three old men, likely 60+ years of age, who could recall their first sighting of ‘Whitefellas’. Their early lives were as nomadic hunter-gatherers, one that could be perilously difficult. So, I began to follow any published stories of the desert dwellers from then until now, 50 years later, when they have stopped. Some photos are mine with historic others borrowed from the Public Domain. This was the spirit of the encounter. There were 6 people in that vehicle
The location was Amata, in South Australia: Aboriginal land: home of the Pitjantjatjara, a language which every member of the party spoke but me. It was in one of the 10 named Australian deserts where the landscapes are as spectacular as the night sky. Some important Dreaming stories are based on the constellations interpreted as the activities of animals, such the Emu, or people:
Because it is customary to bring gifts to your hosts, we shot two Red Kangaroos (Macropus rufus) knowing that they would be enjoyed as ‘properly good tucker’:
Our shot kangaroo retriever (effortlessly carrying 30+ kilos) was an important ‘law’ man and hunter. By incredible chance, I knew of him (by name) from reading an anthropologist’s (1972) account of him:
His fame came from his ability to spear eagles in flight. An astonishing skill:
It was difficult to hide the presents that we were bringing:
The three elders were happy to receive us with our gift of kangaroos. Note that they are smallish men, likely protein-limited in early life, now getting ‘fat and shiny’ on store-bought food. As an intruder, I took very few photos. I noticed they were urinary incontinent but was later told that, as a condition of manhood, they had been circumcised as teenagers, then later they had opted to be sub incised (aka ‘whistle-dicked’) and were very proud of the seniority and masculine status that conferred. Their dress and traditional accommodation (‘Wiltja’) in the background was their choice ignoring Whitefella’s available welfare. The desert landscape was exceptionally lush in 1974; it was the wettest year on record:
They were reluctant (hand covering mouth) to talk about their younger days when there were no Whitefellas around. They smiled at recalling their family group’s long travels – walkabout- to hunt and ‘see’ their country. They admitted that they ate more lizards than fat kangaroos, and there were some ‘tough times’ that were not be talked about. Later, the three elders and their wives – who had been hidden – plus a few friends waited, for 20 minutes of cooking on an open fire, to eat the two kangaroos at one long evening sitting. Around the neighbouring Whitefella campfire, the considered opinion of hunter-gatherers was that in 1974, ‘there is no one out there now’. “All gone: all finish him up!”:
This brief contact was an end point of a long personal and professional interest in the desert landscapes and in the people who surprisingly endured their harshness. As a university student (1950s) I was intrigued by photos, such as this, of full grown Aboriginal men (beards) but with teenager-sized bodies. It had to be the result of malnourishment. Why did they live there? And, more importantly, how did they live there?:
In 1974, these questions were now in the past tense. There were no hunter-gathering people still ‘out there’, living out their ‘wild’ lives. Because of government concern for their welfare, efforts ensured they had all been ‘contacted’. The deserts, ‘their country’, were now empty of its intriguing inhabitants.
Not so! In 1977, a search party located a couple hiding for 30 years in the remote Gibson Desert fearing tribal vengeance – ‘The last of the Nomads’. Then, in 1984, a small group, The Pintupi Nine, walked out of the desert and made contact – as below on day 2, first clothes. Next, in 1986, a family group of seven (Richters/Rictors) emerged from the Great Victoria Desert. Now 40 years later, we can conclude that hunter-gatherers are now extinct across the Australian continent:
The hunter-gatherer life requires self-sufficiency. Your food is only what you can find or kill. Your tools are only what you can make. Your only ability to manipulate the landscape is the fire that you ignite, and you control.
Does it matter that this nomadic way of life is no longer pursued in Australia? No: but an understanding of what and when it was is important for our societal memory. This quote from a historian says it all.
“Perhaps all people on Earth need a sense of the continuing existence of ‘nomads’, for all of our ancestors were once so. They remind us of who we are.”






















































































