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The Attack of the Killer Kangaroos After getting a taste of mining – which is still in my mouth – I left Bendigo the next morning and continued my westward journey across Victoria, arriving at Grampians National Park in the early afternoon. The Grampians are a beautiful mountain range and, considering how they suddenly protrude above the surrounding grassy plains, reminded me of the Black Hills in South Dakota. Fortunately the similarity ends there, because the Grampians aren’t very heavily visited and don’t have any of the kitschy tourist places that are so common in the Black Hills – not even a place like Wall Drug.
I wanted to check out the Grampians Visitor Center, because I'd heard that you could order a kangaroo burger in the adjoining cafe. PETA people, please don't read this, but I really wanted to try a 'Roo Burger. But first I strolled through the Visitor Center, where I watched a fascinating 45-minute movie on kangaroos. As I learned, kangaroos have a complex social structure similar to wolves, and male kangaroos will compete against other males in the group by kicking each other with their massive feet while standing, believe it or not, on their tails. I'd heard that kangaroos could kick-box, but I was absolutely amazed to see a couple of big 'roos going several rounds against each other. After watching this fascinating movie, though, I couldn't bring myself to eat a kangaroo burger. But maybe I'll try one in another week or two.
I drove through Grampians National Park for a few hours that afternoon, got lost a few times on the dirt roads, then found a remote and nearly-deserted campground where I set up my tent. Shortly afterwards, I had my very first close encounter with a kangaroo.
I was making dinner at my picnic table when a large 'roo, about five feet high, started hopping towards me while sniffing the air, obviously looking for a handout. I’ve dealt with a lot of large animals in the wilderness but this was something new because I wasn’t used to them COMING AT ME. Most big critters that I’ve dealt with, like deer, elk, mountain lions, and bears, have run away when they saw me. However, here was a very large kangaroo (and with very large claws) hopping straight towards me.
This was like a scene out of a Hitchcock movie and, despite my years of training as a Rocky Mountain ranger, I wasn’t sure how to handle it. First, I tried shooing the kangaroo away (real macho, huh?), but that didn’t stop him. Then I pushed him away, but that didn’t work either. I kept eyeing his very large claws which, quite seriously, were about the size of a grizzly bear’s. I was imagining the headlines in the local paper the next day: “Ignorant American Mauled By Hungry Kangaroo.”
I got up from the picnic table to get my hiking stick out of the Camry (to try to push him away, or wave it at him or something), but he still didn’t budge. Finally, I shuffled my feet, which startled him and he slowly hopped away. During the next hour, his little ‘roo friends hopped through my campsite several times, trying in vain to scrounge some food from me.
I have to admit that, despite my "near-death" encounter, it was fun to camp amidst the kangaroos and kookaburras that night, and I got a chuckle the next morning while lying in my tent, listening to the gentle “hop, hop, hop” of the 'roos passing through my campsite.
 Above left: A western gray kangaroo, in the Grampians. He's about four feet high. Above center: Looking for a campsite in Grampians National Park. Where the heck am I?? Above right: Here's a little kangaroo mooching for food at my campsite. Check out the claws on Skippy's paws.
Above left: Another freeloader (my tent's in the background). Aack! I'm surrounded! Above right: The next morning at McKenzie Falls in Grampians National Park.
Above left: View of Halls Gap and the Grampians. This is a terrific park and wasn't crowded at all. Above center: Driving through a eucalyptus grove in the Grampians. Above right: A humorous sign – at least, Delly thought so.
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