My name is Bradley Ganambarr and my story is about the crocodile that is the totem for the Burarrwanga people and that lives at a small out station called Branybrany.
It happened a long time ago when my two uncles went hunting with spears down the beach.
One of them went in the water to spear fish. He was spearing so many but the blood from the fish was leaking into the water and the blood attracted the crocodile.
My uncle didn’t see him coming, the crocodile jumped right onto my uncles body and dragged him into the water while spinning around and creating scratch marks on my uncles body.
My uncle couldn’t breath under water so my uncle that was sitting at the camp fire that he made ran towards the water. He was praying to god he could spear the crocodile so he chucked it and then all of a sudden everything was silent.
My uncle that was attacked swam towards the shallow and my other uncle carried him back to Branybrany when he got good enough far he looked back and seen the crocodile attack the fire with its body.
And the when they got back home my uncle got rushed to the hospital.