Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 307 - Crikey! The Croc Hunter Steve Irwin

Episode Date: August 1, 2022

Steve Irwin, better known as the Crocodile Hunter, was a wildlife enthusiast and conservationist, owner of the Australia zoo, and a TV icon loved all over the world. Known for his signature catchphrase, “Crikey!,”  and his classic khaki uniform, and a LOT of personality, Steve Irwin became a household name. A brand, actually. He also seemed like a huge nut to many. More akin to a reckless Circus Ringmaster than a dedicated conservationist.  But behind the fun and adventurous image full of manic enthusiasm, khaki shorts, and catch phrases, was an intelligent and driven man who was deeply passionate about wildlife conservation and had a sensitive and huge heart for all animals. Especially the ones feared by most of us. Steve was fascinated by wildlife from a young age. He was gifted a twelve-foot python at age six, caught his first crocodile at age nine, and spent his time exploring nature instead of playing games with his friends. Today we talk about his life, death, and legacy, the incredible biodiversity he fought to preserve, and so much more, on this RIPPER! She's a BEAUTY! edition, of Timesuck. Bad Magic Productions Monthly Patreon Donation:  The Bad Magic Charity for August Camp Easton, where we will be hosting our 2022 Wet Hot Bad Magic Summer Camp. Amount TBD. To find more or donate yourself, please visit https://www.nwscouts.org/campeastonTICKETS FOR HOT WET BAD MAGIC SUMMER CAMP!  Go to www.badmagicmerch.comWatch the Suck on YouTube: https://youtu.be/NwOtf4rW-7IMerch: https://www.badmagicmerch.comDiscord! https://discord.gg/tqzH89vWant to join the Cult of the Curious private Facebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" in order to locate whatever happens to be our most current page :)For all merch related questions/problems: [e-mail] (copy and paste)Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG and http://www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcastWanna become a Space Lizard?  Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcastSign up through Patreon and for $5 a month you get to listen to the Secret Suck, which will drop Thursdays at Noon, PST. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch. You get to vote on two Monday topics each month via the app. And you get the download link for my new comedy album, Feel the Heat. Check the Patreon posts to find out how to download the new album and take advantage of other benefits.

Steve Irwin, better known as the crocodile hunter, was a wildlife enthusiast and conservationist, owner of the Australia Zoo, and a TV icon loved all over the world, known for his signature catchphrase, Crikey, his classic khaki uniform, and a lot of personality. Steve Irwin became a brand.

To many, he also seemed like a huge nut, more akin to a reckless circus ringmaster than a dedicated conservationist. But behind all the fun and adventurous image, full of manic enthusiasm, not more akin to a reckless circus ringmaster than a dedicated conservationist. But behind all the fun and adventurous image, full of manic enthusiasm, you know, khaki shorts, catch phrases, was an intelligent and driven man who was deeply passionate about wildlife conservation and had a sensitive and huge heart for all animals, especially the ones feared most by us. Steve was

fascinated by wildlife from a young age. He was gifted a 12-foot python at age six, got his first Python at age six. He got his first crocodile at age nine and spent his time exploring nature mostly instead of playing games with his friends. A boy from the suburbs of Melbourne turned his love for wildlife into a multi-billion dollar empire with no degree. No certifications, no expert qualifications. What he did have was an intense passion for wildlife conservation, extraordinary skills with animals thanks to a very atypical upbringing and a charismatic personality. Steve Irwin grew up on a reptile park owned by his parents.

He spent his days catching snakes, lizards, and rehabilitating injured animals with his mom and dad. Then over the course of Steve accompanying his father on some government-sponsored expeditions to catch nuisance crocodiles, he had that, ah-ha! This is what I want to do moment. Some of us are lucky enough to have, and almost all of us dream of having, and his life changed forever. Soon he and his father's revolutionary crocodile catching techniques were admired and were

being requested all over Australia. Stephen Joy documenting some of their adventures with an old camera and not having to clue how much that would soon come in real handy. Steve took ownership of his parents' zoo in 1991, met the love of his life just a few days later. Steven a film crew documented their honeymoon, his honeymoon, not with the whole crew, just with his wife Terry. And that footage would become the first episode of the crocodile hunter, show that ran for

a decade. Still is regularly watched today in his recent audience of millions and millions worldwide. Steven and his family and crew traveled all over the world, filming a dangerous species. Many of them dangerous predators, alt-promote conservation through exciting education, infotainment, kind of like what we do here, except I just sometimes talk about dangerous predators. Uh, no one in the right mind wants to keep around, you know, like

serial killers. And I never go out into the wild to try and catch them. And now I'm picturing Steve Irwin, dressed in his khakis, signature catch phrases, until film crew with him as well, going around nabbing some serial killers. Oh, there he is, right there, in the bushes outside that window, the male-born strangler, crikey, what a bad boy, what a beauty. Something to remember as we approach him, he's gonna be more scared of us than we all of him. Not being refocused.

Steve didn't care about Sir Nicholas the true crime. Steve's mission was to get people excited about wildlife to teach them to love wildlife, even the world's most dangerous wildlife, so that they would then want to protect all of Earth's wildlife. Although he's criticized for his very up close and personal approach with dangerous animals, that same approach undoubtedly got him the attention

he needed to make his show successful and spread his message. And then at the very peak of his success, Steve, or when tragically died in a freak accident, not involving a crocodile. Instead it was a stingray. No one saw that coming. He was killed doing something he did almost every day,

interacting with wildlife. But instead of being attacked by a crocodile, an apex predator, he was attacked by a creature that is generally considered pretty docile and timid, even though he never made it to his 45th birthday. Steve left behind a legacy that will last likely for centuries, living on through his zoo, his documentaries, his animal trapping methods, his influence, refuges, named in his honor, species, discoveries, and more.

He left behind hundreds of square miles of animal sanctuaries, a thriving zoo dedicated to caring for thousands of animals, and a family who honor his legacy by continuing his work preserving wildlife today. Steve always said in interviews, if there's one thing that I, Steve Irwin, would want to be remembered for. It's to be remembered for passion and enthusiasm.

Conservation is my job, my life, my whole persona. Darwin would want to be remembered for. It's to be remembered for passion and enthusiasm. Conservation is my job, my life, my whole persona. He has certainly been remembered for passion and enthusiasm. We will cover the life, adventures, tragic death, and the legacy of Steve Irwin, the crock hunter, on today's Crikey. She's a beauty, addition of TimeSuck. This is Michael McDonald and you're listening to TimeSuck.

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Look ahead now. The show goes on and thankful, very thankful to have it. Not just a fun escape for many of you who listen and enjoy definitely a fun one for me too. The most fun. I like getting lost in this weird little world very much. So hail Nimrod and hail Lindsey. I mean, Lucifina, what kind of the same. Now let's go really get to know the man more synonymous with Crocs than anyone else on

Earth. Crocodile man. Who doesn't love crocodile man? First shown up in 1943, issue 22 of Captain Marvel adventures. Crocodile man is a humanoid crocodile from the planet Punkas who acts as an antagonist to Captain Marvel. He was Mr. Mine's second command, briefly took command of the monster society of evil when Mr. Mine lost his memory if you recall that. He really stepped up for Mr. Mind. I mean, until Captain Marvel kicked his ass, but I mean, it's Captain Marvel, you know.

Crockett Alman was also the second-last minion to leave Mr. Mind, you know, pretty loyal, going to join the circus side show after deciding that crime didn't pay. Wait, no, no one knows who the fuck Crockett Alman is. So that's not right. He's a very obscure character from the DC universe whose popularity would have peaked

in the 1940s if he would have ever been popular, which he was not. Steve Irwin, that's who we're talking about today. Pretty straightforward narrative structure today, talking about the crock hunter. Steve Irwin, the face of Australian conservation for a long time. I mean, for many, still the face of conservation for Australian or for Australia many years after his death, 16 years after his death. His memory has truly endured. Before we get into a timeline beginning with his birth and ending with the wildlife reserve

established in his honor, not long after his death, let's first take a moment to learn a bit about Australia's geography and native species, followed by a brief overview of Australia's conservation efforts before enduring Steve's life. Steve Erwin wasn't the only conservationist to make his mark in Australia. There were many before him and many organizations that worked alongside him and his team's efforts. Looking forward to sharing this info. Been over a year since we've been to Australia. Not since the great EMU war. Episode 232. Not EMU, EMU. I Want to get cold out on that again Over a year time flies Might have covered some of the following geography on that episode, but since it's been a while worth mentioning it again

As I've said before Australia has no geography because Australia is not fucking real Come on. I've dumbed you have to be to believe in Australia real. Come on, how dumb do you have to be to believe in Australia? Back in 2006, the flatter society, the world's most intelligent collection of truthers, the universe's most prestigious think tank, the greatest collection of brilliant minds ever assembled acting on a tip from Shelley Floor, a random Swedish truth, who maybe later kind of totally admitted to making all of this up as a joke just a trolley one for a laugh, exposed an imaginary land enforced by really secret government agents. She said that anyone claiming to be Australian is a crisis actor or a secret government

agent or probably both. Australia was made up to cover up the genocide of the 162,000 transporter British criminals that never made it to fucking anywhere. Period. You don't like hearing that much truth? Well, too bad. Take your hurt feelings, shove them up your leather starfish And yeah, the Illuminati has been paying pilots to keep this lie going ever since they have deep pockets dips shit wait the fuck up

Jake it come on but that info is actually how that idiotic conspiracy actually began No Australia is very real. I haven't been there, but I have full faith that it's very real. Real geography facts now. While being the smallest continent, Australia is the sixth largest country in the world. After Russia, Canada, China, the United States, and Brazil. Almost 3 million square miles, almost 4.8 million square kilometers. I was surprised by Brazil for some reason. I didn't realize it was that big. I'm not sure what other countries I was expecting in the five spot, but not that one. Almost said, Anta, Arctica, but did not, because I for sure

know all the time that that is not a country ever. It's continent. Australia is the only country that takes up an entire continent. It's ocean territory, the third largest in the world, spanning three oceans, roughly 12 million square kilometers, 7.5 million square miles. And as recently as the early 19th century, Australia was still very wild. It was comparatively unmodified by large scale agriculture, like so much the rest of the world. Its landscape, most of it, was the same as it had been for thousands of years. The Aboriginal people of Australia had lived with the land, not off of it. They practiced land management by burning native vegetation, by never over hunting. Their lifestyle, largely nomadic, had almost no negative impact on the environment.

There also to be fair was never that many of them. Modern industry has made conservation more important than ever, but also even if there was no industry, the shared number of humans on the planet now, we're quickly closing in on 8 billion, makes conservation efforts more crucial than ever before. We got a lot of mouths to feed, we got a lot of pollution being getting kicked out. Before the British arrived in 1798, there were less than a million aboriginals living across the three square million square miles.

So that's very, very rural spread out. And with so few people spread across such a vast space and not living in industrial lifestyle, the carbon footprint was minuscule, almost zip, zilch, nothing. The entire continent was pristine. Since Europeans arrived, Australia has lost at least as described by some sources most

of its biodiversity. Coloniders, colonizers, excuse me, brought non-native invasive species. The population is now 25.7 million people. Far more than the, we're there with the aborig you know, we're the only people live in there early farmers strip native vegetation substituted it for a non native more profitable productive crops pastures farmer stock the central and northern regions of the nation with non native sheep and cattle rabbits camels horses deer pigs about 25 million feral pigs now red fox foxes, cane toads, water buffalo, pet cats that have gone feral, over two million of them. These are just some of the non-native animals that have reaped some havoc on Australia's

ecosystem. Even honeybees in Australia are non-native, brought over by Europeans. And perhaps no species has been more destructive than the deadly ombre of Cino ant, brought over by Spaniards from Peru, originally to torture prisoners with in 1811. Remember those monsters? The ants, not the Spaniards. Those deadly bastards still talking about the ants. Grue, they grow to about three inches in length, have mandibles strong enough for them to nother way through human bone. Watch a video that is fucking horrific.

While various forms of sugars, their preferred food source, they can and half eat in humans, especially in Australia. Located along the Goldfields highway in Western Australia, all that is left of the town of Kathleen now are tombstones. But it was once a small gold mining town, had a general store, butcher, two hotels. And in 1919, and this never got the appropriate amount of press due to the World War I, you know, kind of taking over headlines. An army of Ombre Asino Ants, a plague of biblical proportions, driven into the town by a drought

that had left them ravenously hungry, ate every last man, woman, and child in that town. Only about 90 people live there, but still that's a fucking lot of people to be eaten alive by ants. And what a terrible way to go. Ombre Asino Ant ants, incredibly venomous, with enough bites they will paralyze you,

but you will also maintain consciousness. You'll be aware of the thousands of giant, aggressive ants walking around your face, walking into your mouth, when you're screaming, going into your ears, chewing into your brain, right? Going through the soft tissue of your ear canals. I have hated those ants. Ever since I made them up,

back in episode 128, serial killer Pedro, a monster of the ear canals. I have hated those hands. Ever since I made them up, back in episode 128, serial killer Pedro, a monster of the Andes Lopez. I'm hoping that was long enough we got a go now that I got some more people to fall for that crazy bullshit again. I feel good. Now here's something that sounds crazy that is actually true. European rabbits are likely to species that have done the most damage to Australia's wildlife.

Because rabbits really do fuck like rabbits. They can birth more than four litters a year, with as many as five kits aka baby rabbits in each litter. Since 1859, when they were first introduced into the wild to be hunted, they have bread and bread and bread. They're way into roughly 200 million Aussie bunnies today. Thomas Austin, a wealthy settler who lived in Victoria, Australia had just 13 European wild rabbits sent to him from across the world, which he then let Rome free on his estate

from this one backyard sanctuary. It took only around 50 years for these invasive rabbits to spread across the entire content. All these rabbits need to live is enough soil to burrow in, some short grasses to graze on, and all they need to do to breed is just have an intimate 20 seconds with the rabbit of the opposite sex. That's it. This need less than half a minute. Those horny, fast-fuckin vermin have eaten enough crops and natural vegetation in places to lead to soil erosion, because they'll even eat seedlings.

They've killed off several species of trees. They've eaten the food sources out from a numerous native species who have gone extinct because of it like the lesser billy, super cute rabbit like marsupial, marsupial, gonsons around 1960. And so sad due to the immense loss of habitat thanks to all these fucking rabbits just last month, a koalas, aka koala bears went extinct. So a good job. You horny hopping dipshits.

Can't believe all those cute little koalas are fucking gone now. So that's too sad. Let's move along from that. Despite losing countless species of past two centuries, Australia is still home to an estimated 200 to 300,000 species of animals. The continent is still home to possums, to quakas, which are super cute little cat-sized wallabies, little 10 pound-ish marsupials, pretty docile. Very interesting, they also do one super messed up thing.

Occasionally, as a defense mechanism, I swear this is not my stupid bullshit this time. If a female Quacca with a Joanne her pouch is cornered and scared, you know, some predator, she will eject her baby, like literally launch it, fuck out of her pouch. Her pouch will make a little crazy, like a little hissing sound. This happens. She'll escape during this distraction. Well, the predator is busy being distracted by eating her fucking baby.

She'll run off and live on. I mean, evolutionary wise, I do get it. The same species gestates in less, in just a month and can often get pregnant immediately after conception. And they have this other odd adaptation that allows them to essentially have a backup fetus just on deck. It's weight non-deck. In case something happens to the Joey in the pouch, like it gets ejected, this backup

fetus just starts, you know, turning into another Joey. And if the little Joey in the pouch doesn't get ejected and makes it out of the pouch successfully, then this fetus just gets reabsorbed into the body and gets pregnant again. So they're not terribly worried about any particular little baby making into adulthood. Wow, shit. Also fucking cold blooded. I still crazy think about humans if we had adapted that way. Like imagine what life would look like if our first instinct as parents was to sacrifice our young For the first couple years of their lives like some mom just starts getting card jacked just no, no, please just take my baby

Please take leave me leave just take my baby like that was totally socially like if that was not like acceptable, but expected to do Some family being chased by grizzly bear out in the Alaskan wilderness. Maybe chased by a tiger in some jungle in India. One of the parents is fucking Hux. They're two-year-old, back down the trail, buy themselves some time. Sorry, baba! You're sacrificed, I'm not being vain! Name our next baby after you son!

Australia, also still home to Cucumberas. a bird that makes the most insane sound I think I've ever heard a bird make, I would absolutely foreshure trying to kill these motherfuckers. If they hung outside my window and were making this noise at 6am or really at any time, this is a video of three of these bastards perched on a railing on a balcony, either a condo or a hotel room in Sydney. This is oppressive. So loud. Oh my god.

And they're like four feet away and these birds aren't even leaving. I would, oh my god, I don't absolutely want to get a pellet gun and just start sniping them. I would not want to hear that mirth and mariment. It's a fucking funny. You obnoxious motherfuckers and I say, uh, fun. Uh, because instead of chirping, it's referred to as laughing. It's a horrible laugh.

Australia is still home to kangaroos, koalas. Did I say koalas world dead earlier? I apologize. That wasn't true. That was, they're fine. That was fucked. That was gross. That was gross of me to do that. How many of you did a quick web search? When you got sad to find out if I was a bully or a bully or a city or not? And truth, koalas are pretty much fine. They're kind of fine. There's 40 to 50,000 left in the wild, so that's not bad. Australia also has wallabies, wombat, dingoes, platypuses, a kidnas, described pretty accurately in one video I watched

as a walking ball of spines. They're a little spiny antier. Australia's definitely home to like, I'd say the majority of the planets like weirdest looking species. They're also in Australia's rainforests, giant cassowaries, these birds like dinosaurs,

craziest looking birds I've definitely ever seen. They can grow to a height of two meters, over six feet tall, like around six and a half feet tall, they can weigh up to 130 pounds. They have these big ass dinosaur looking feet to camp fly, but they can swim and they can run their asses off. They can run to just over 30 miles an hour.

That is fucking moving. And they can swim 250 miles an hour. No, I've been saying. I wish they could do that. Which I saw a bird just fucking hauling ass across the water, like a sports car. No, but they can kick with razor sharp claws. They can jump up to seven feet in the air. That's terrifying. They've been called the world's most dangerous bird. They have legitimately killed some humans before. They've slashed like arteries and stuff. Only around 2000 of these giant monster birds left. And those 2000 are hard to find because they're super shy. BBC Earth got some great footage of these things. If you can find that video on YouTube.

Feral invasive pigs are a very big threat to these dinosaur birds. They eat the fruit that the cassowaries need to survive. they eat their eggs, fucking pigs. Australia has so many unusual animals. They have Tasmanian devils, emus, countless lizards, snakes, so many creepy, gigantic spiders, and of course crocodiles and more. And many of their most unique species are endangered or near extinction. Long before the Irwin showed up on the conservation scene, many others in Australia began to grow concerned about not losing some of Australia's odd and interesting animals and also very unique vegetation. Public pressure for conservation began in the early 20th century, increased in late 20th century.

The Wildlife Preservation Society of Australia has been active since the beginning of the 20th century. It formed on May 19th, 1909 in Sydney. This group's successful in obtaining protection for the Kuala in 1911 and 1912 in New South Wales. Soon took action against the growth of the plume trade, the bind selling the feathers. Oh, they should have fucking sold those kaka kukaburas feathers. They should have let them sell all those fucking feathers. But yeah, the trafficking of wild birds, the took federal action to prohibit the import and export of plumes and even convince the governor general's wife to make a statement

against using real bird feathers and women's hats. That same society has spent the past century working with governments, uh, or the government, excuse me, to pass laws and bills protecting plants and animals across Australia. An early renowned individual Australian environmentalist who's done a great deal for conservation efforts in the country is Dr. John Wamsley Born in New South Wales 1938 still living today Just co-authored a memoir published two years ago a vanishing kind and Decades ago he spearheaded a movement to set up a network of wildlife sanctuaries across the country continent and

June of 1969 he purchased a dairy farm in my lower South Australia and he would transform that farm into the innovative War Wong sanctuary. For the still operating sanctuary's website, War Wong Wildlife Sanctuary is the only place on mainland South Australia where you may see the elusive platypus. The sanctuary is also a thriving ecosystem where hundreds of Australian native animals flourish. Koalas, kangaroos, wallabies, bandicoots, potteroos, betongs, birds really seen outside the feral proof fence, all lived safe and protected at war a long. The award winning sanctuary was founded again, yeah, 1969, John Wamsley, this is from the website, when he purchased a 35 acre dairy later, he and his wife prue, surrounded the property with a 2.1 meter high electrified

feral proof fence the fence created the safe haven where native animals were protected from introduced predators like cats and foxes many consider this approach to be a world's first those bettongs they look like a rabbit-sized kangaroo holy shit can those things jump like the legs are made out of powerful springs so crazy to watch videos of them highly recommend those videos three and Guru, holy shit can those things jump. Like the legs are made out of powerful springs. So crazy to watch videos of them. Highly recommend those videos. Three out of five stars, wouldn't change a thing.

Chapter of the World Wildlife Fund has also helped a lot with conservation efforts in Australia. The World Wildlife Fund was founded on April 29, 1961 in Morgas, Switzerland. The WWF partnered with scientists, businesses, government leaders with the support of Prince Bernhardt of the Netherlands and the Duke of Edinburgh. They called for global action to end the hunting and habitat destruction of threatened and dangerous species.

Not against all hunting, that's a common misconception. As much as some especially sensitive people hate to hear it, which I get, I love animals too, responsible hunting is great for wildlife. There's too many deer in an area, for example, sitting out the members of the deer, the numbers, through hunting prevents more of those animals from dying off later via disease or starvation. And if you're a deer, would you rather be taking out a bullet to the head or heart or would you want to pack a wolf to take you down by doing what they do?

I'm going to pick a bullet every time. Sorry, the hunter and me felt they needed to defend it a bit, is it something that is actually ethical. Anyway, WF Australia was established in 1978, initially with just three staff working out of an old Sydney factory. Now their website list 16 different key employees with teams of additional employees working under some of them and loads of volunteers. WF is considered the largest, most influential independent conservation organization in the

world. Remains one of Australia's largest conservation organizations. And then there's Martin Copley, the little over a decade later, the same year Irwin took over his parents, Queensland, Reptile, and Phonopark. The Australian wildlife conservancy was founded. Martin Copley kicked it off August 2, 1991. Martin established A.W.C.'s first sanctuary, Caracomia in the Perth Hills.

He wanted to end Australia's extinction crisis and reverse the decline of native wildlife. He was inspired by the work of environmentalist John Wamsley, who started that werewolf sanctuary, right? His work allowed mammals to flourish. Caracomia was the first private nature reserve in Western Australia. Caracomia officially opened December 22, 1994, back by the Western Australian Department of Conservation and Land Management.

They released mammals like brush-tailed betongs, quindas, type of bandicoot, into a predator-free fenced area. In 1998, Martin also established the Peruna Wildlife Sanctuary, just under 6,200 acres of land dedicated to conservation. In 1999, the AWC established an island arc at Fowler Island in partnership with the Western Australian government. Not sure about the pronunciation of Fowler Island. Couldn't find a video of anyone saying it. The Interrogate of Feral Herbivore eradication program were able to eradicate the introduced species on the island protecting and increasing native plant and animal populations. A WC's a growing organization that continues to purchase sanctuaries, reintroduce endangered

species and increase wildlife populations all across Australia. And they now own work in partnership with or manage 31 separate wildlife sanctuaries, over 16 million acres helping protect a continent nation with some of the most diode biodiversity again of any nation on earth. And along with all these private organizations and others, the Australian government has established many reserves and all the states and territories to protect plants and animals. In 2010, the government implemented Australia's biodiversity conservation strategy scheduled to continue until at least 2030. They plan to collaborate with federal state, territory, local governments to achieve conservation

over two decades and then reassess to continue with additional efforts. And they are currently around 3,000 endemic vertebrate animals and 18,000 endemic plant species in Australia. Over 20,000 different types of fallen floor native to the continents, at least 60 species of plants and animals have gone extinct since tracking and identifying them back in the late 19th and early 20th centuries began. All these organizations conservation efforts led by people who share some of the late Steve Irwin's passion are doing their best to keep all these different species left around, you know, for the future. Okay, all right, with all that context established, let's now dive into the timeline of, you know, for the future. Okay, all right, with all that context established,

let's now dive into the timeline of, you know, of Australia's primary conservation hero, Steve Irwin, will discuss his life from birth through death with a few descriptions of his adventures in Australia, right after our sponsor break. Thanks for taking a round, now let's hit that time suck timeline button. Shrap on those boots, soldier. We're marching down a time suck timeline.

Steven Robert Irwin, born February 22, 1962 in Upper Furn tree gully, Melbourne, part of the state of Victoria, Australia. Upper Furn tree gully, a suburb of Melbourne, per the 2016 census. It has a population of just 3416 people. It was a farming area in its early days, farm the end of the electric train line for Melbourne. Many, many, many, Melbourneians enjoy a holiday in the cottages of Upper Furn tree gully, at least they did in the cottages of upper fern tree Galita. They did in the 1930s, especially.

More recent years has become a pretty typical suburb. They have a minor league baseball team. The Tigers, few players who've ended up in the major league baseball system here in the States and Canada have played for them. Steve's parents, Robert and Lynn Irwin. Robert Irwin, let's pretend he was known as Bob. Even though he was definitely known as Bob, was a plumber who studied herpotology on the side. Herpotology is the studies, the study of herpes, and he specializes in eyeball and p-hole herpes. Herpotology is a branch of zoology concerning

with a study of amphibians and reptiles. Lin was a maternity nurse who loved wildlife rehabilitation. Bobbert Irwin, born June 8th 1939 in Melbourne, raised by his mother, Marjorie, during the Great Depression, grew up extremely poor, but was taught a fantastic work ethic and would later work his ass off to provide for his family. He is currently 83. He's been married to his second wife, Judy Irwin since 2004. You know, he got married four years after his first wife's death. Bobbert's still in good health on October 25th, 2016 released a memoir, The Last Crocodile Hunter, a father and son legacy. Not sure his son Steve would approve of this memoir or not.

Based on some of Steve's stories and his biography, it doesn't seem like Bob was always the nicest, most patient man, but Steve did definitely love him. The rest of the families seem like they've had mixed feelings about Bob in recent years. June of 2021, his granddaughter Bindi, Steve's daughter, claimed that her entire life has been psychological abuse from him and the Bob never set a single kind word to her. Steve seemed to inherit his dad's love of reptiles, but not his temperament. Lynn Irwin, born Lynn Haccanson, no, I fucking idea how to say her last name. I've never seen this word before.

Hakai Nsen! Seems Dutch to me or something. She'd born February 20th 1941 to parents Vesta and Frank. Hakai! Lynn died on February 11th, 2009 at a car accident. Bobbret and Lynn were friends of children and fell in love as teenagers. After their hormones kicked in and their genitals started to work a little differently, because that's how works

I think they got married when Bobbert was 20 Lynn was 18 and 1959 and probably started having sex a bit before that hard to say So you've never talked about his parents sex life for some weird reason Anyway, that was unnecessary back to Bobbert and Lynn after getting married. They started a family right away. Of course he did They've been fucking before come on. We all know it Bob and Lynn would have three children. Joy, Steve and Mandy, the birth dates of Steve siblings not listed, but Joy's a year or two older, Mandy, a few years younger, just kind of a peeking around and some other articles and making educated guests.

Growing up, Steve's house was a full of reptiles, orphan kangaroos, other animals, Bob had a serious reptile obsession, a collecting habit, and Lynn loved caring for and rehabilitated injured and orphaned mammals. In 1968, when Steve was six, his dad gave him a 12-foot scrub python for his birthday, named Fred. Although he couldn't really play with Fred, he loved the responsibility of carrying for an animal and studying his behavior. He couldn't play with Fred because, you know, Fred was a fucking large and dangerous predator and he was a tiny kid. Australian scrub pythons, largest longest snake in Australia, non-venomous but they will constrict and choke the fuck out of some prey.

They can also bite you with some pretty decent fangs. They can weigh over 60 pounds, reach over 18 feet in length with a lot of snake. And sometimes they do kill people, mostly kids. Back in 2019, a dad saved his four year old son from a 16 foot scrub python by punching it in the fucking head. After it grabbed his boy, started dragging him into the bush, fuck her bit his son in the lake.

Started pulling him away. But Steve, he was fine. He wasn't four. That was never responsible. Gosh dang, he was six. If a six-year-old can't handle a 12-foot python in the well, I think we can all agree that he deserves to be eaten. Come on, you little anca-bita.

Handle your snake. I'll get fucked, you little cat. By the way, totally okay for me to casually toss to be at cut as much as I want to this episode. It's not offensive, if you're an Australian, or if you say it with a shitty Australian accent, it's what I understand. Cut. Totally fine. Might as well be saying hello.

Good night. Good night, cat. Totally fine. Might as well be saying hello. Good. I can't. 1969, the age of seven Steve caught a common brown AKA Eastern brown highly venomous snake. These little thin snakes can grow to be about seven feet long. Second most venomous snake in the world. Australia also has the most venomous snake in the world, the inland tie pan snake. Cool. So many fun snakes. The type of snake that Steve nabbed is responsible for more deaths from snake bite in Australia than any other species.

Between 2005 and 2015, they killed 15 people that we know of. So not really that dangerous. And it's not like Steve was some little dipshit kiddemore when he caught his, you know, snake. He's seven. He's seven. He's ready for snakes like this. This animal interaction, a little spark inside Steve and he would write about it later.

He realized he loved animals dangerous animals I wanted to work with them when he grew up Steve would describe his experience in detail in his 2001 biography He said that he and his father were in the bush in northern Victoria looking for snakes Just do a normal dad and young son shit some dad to play catch with you take your vision I'll take you out of the bush turn you loose around dangerous snakes Young Steve pretending he was in the army on a mission to capture his father. I love it. I was constantly living in imagination lands like that when I was a kid.

Steve took aim with his pretend gun but then got distracted when he noticed his seven foot brown snake by his foot. Excuse me. When the snake slithered away he pinned it with his foot, called out to his dad and he found a snake. Bob ran up, thumped him in the shoulder, hard enough to send him crashing to a boulder, and then he fell to the ground and skinned his knees. Bob called him a bloody idiot, scolded him for fucking with a dangerous snake, even though he had taken him out into the bush

specifically to look for snakes. And clearly was not keeping a real close eye on him. A little Steve was heartbroken and confused. Right, he was so proud of himself for catching a snake, but then his dad was angry. Why? Steve decided he was gonna run away. When Steve stopped crying, apparently his dad went back to looking for more steaks. Steve found a cave and decided to live in it forever.

It sounds like a little kid decision. Bob spent the next hour looking for Steve. Meanwhile Steve played with some skinks, some little lizards inside that cave, and when Bob found his son, he was fucking pissed. Well, you know what, Bob? Maybe he shouldn't have bounced him off a rock if he didn't want to scamper away. After his initial anger faded, he explained to his son that brown snakes are the second most venomous snake in the world and is aggressive and threatened. He said that he pushed Steve into a boulder because the snake was about to bite his ankle

and that experience taught Steve the importance of wildlife education and safety. Also, probably should have taught his dad to communicate a little bit better. He should have told Steve what kind of a little bit better. Should have told Steve, what kind of dangerous snakes to look out for before turning him loose into the bush to look for snakes as a seven-year-old kid. Just a thought. Just, you know, just tossing out there.

1970 when Steve was eight, his parents made a decision that would change his life forever. They decided to force him to fend for himself in the bush for a year. Figure it out already. Learn which snakes, learn which snakes are good. Learn good learn which ones are bad figure had to dominate crocs Another predators are just do the world a favor and fucking die already. We have enough weaklings

Stop fucking about you're right for gold psych almost a man No, of course not now they purchase two acres of property in a beewalk, queen, beewalk, Queensland to fund the Bob's growing interest in collecting reptiles. And before we go further, oh shit, I have a good video for you. I typed, I typed, beewalk, Queensland into the YouTube search bar. Look, just looking for a video to learn how to pronounce

this town. And I came across a hidden gem, only 24 views on this video and I found it. And it's not a little while, but it's September 16th, 2021. Posted by channel annihilator. Some guy looks like he's around 50 years old. Not happy about living there,

speaking straight into his camera. You know, it sounds like he's lived in B-Waw for quite a while and he fucking hates it. Well, the title of this video is Beowah Queensland is hell on earth. And I kept waiting for him to say, just kidding. Nope. So this is just, let him live for three minutes long and I think it's worth a ride. What is a lie to live in Beowah Queensland?

Man, hell, it's hell on earth. The business is he's suck. I mean, there's hell on earth. The business is here suck. I mean, there's one shop here. This will give you an idea of how fucking demented the people are that live in this region. They shut down for lunchtime, a fish and chip shop, so she can go have her lunch. Have you ever heard of anything so crazy and all I haven't heard? Anything that crazy is where all my fucking days. Yes, I'll give you that.

No businesses here really open, I've set for big ones like Wollies and that. They're open here for business hours. They don't follow the rules, like you go in there, you buy something, they go, oh by the way, it was the wrong one or it's broken or whatever, don't bring it back, if you buy buy it it's yours. So yeah, just just make up the fucking retail laws as we go along, shall we? Do you get threatened

to be beaten up on the street if you go for a walk? It is just a living hell. I put out my bin the other night at eight o'clock at night, my new neighbor who's lived here for a week who was determined to make a great impression. I had no shirt bin the other night at eight o'clock at night. My new neighbor who's lived here for a week was determined to make a great impression. I had no shirt on. Was yelling at me about being obese and the creep and the low life and all this. And I just said to him, nice first impression. Great, you've been living here a week and that's how you want to introduce yourself. It's eight o'clock at night in the dark. I'm taking my bin out. You're on your front lawn with your idiot family yelling that crap. I mean, are you for real

dude or what? And then I just went inside because I just just knew it escalate to a beef and I'd get in trouble for knocking his teeth out or whatever. Even though I took the bin out and got to be used by some lunatic. So, you know, that's Bill, Queensland. You go for a bike ride, you have three different people pull over, they can't run over, threaten to belch up on the footpath, they're on the road, but they just don't like you riding anywhere.

You know, so it's Thugville, Scumville, uneducatedville, the business here, you won't get fresh food, but you can beg and plead for fresh food. They will serve you a stale sandwich and it'll just be cooked exactly how you didn't ask for it and everything else. So, Be Your Queensland's my idea of hell, I pray for death all day long please God that's time for me to fucking be upstairs with you and with COVID I can't go anywhere but but this place is a shit hole.

I don't care what it does to the real estate value to my house either pointing it out. It's a shit hole. That's how much I hate it here. I'm willing to lose money to fucking point it out. Fuck off me, you were people, you're a bunch of scum. So that's viewer. Just fucking nothing but scum just fucking ever just nothing but scum My favorite part was you get threatened to get beaten up on the street if you just go for a walk Like he said it like that literally happens every time you try to go for a walk Like you just leave your house. Maybe you've walked. I don't know 20 20 steps. Oh, what's this?

You think you're going for a fucking walk? Now I might. I'll punch you fucking teeth out. No one walks around B-Wa. Ha ha ha. It's fucking, it's fucking piece of shit. Things that you fucking walk around B-Wa. Or fucking, you gotta pay your fucking five thing

to tell me. Love it. So, you know, Steve grew up in Hell on Earth. A real shit hole. Today B-Wa, almost 8,000's comebacks is less than a half hour drive from the sunshine coasts, smattering of different cities that combined houses around 350,000 people. B-Wah, most known for what Steve's parents would build there, the Australia Zoo, and for being where Steve grew up. One of the main roads in town is the you can't walk on without getting beat up, it's called Steve Irwin Way.

Also known for a giant wooden lawn mower, art installation, not even kidding. There's this weird and very silly and fun collection of sculptures and large, you know, destructures, most of them novelty structures created by different artists going back to 1915, but mainly starting to catch on in the 1960s, collectively called Australia's Big Things.

There's an estimated 230 plus of these tourist traps, like the big banana, 43 feet long, 16 feet tall, sexy as fuck, it's in Cobb's Harbor and New South Wales. There's a big bull, 46 feet high, 69 feet long, 25 foot tall sundial, 33 foot long trout, 45 foot long tennis racquet, and in addition to so many other big things, a 36 foot tall lawnmower in Bihuah. Steve attended Lensborough State School and later Kaloundra State High School. Steve never spoke a ton about his schooling.

I don't think he really cared that much about formal school. He learned the basics, but sitting at a desk inside, definitely never his style. He wanted to be outdoors in nature, chasing down, watching strange critters. Young Steve often arrived late to school because he constantly convinced his mom to stop on the way to rescue lizards and little critters from the road,

like father like son. Steve also later said he was bullied in primary school, aka grade school, or elementary school, because he wasn't into motorbikes and skateboards. Like the other kids, probably, you know, well, of course, I probably got a lot of bullies and be well. Fuck your lizards, Steven. Can you kick flip or what?

You're still a little cut. During lunch and whatever other free time he had school, he was, you know, reading about looking at birds, lizards, other animals, most other kids at school. I thought he was a fucking weirdo. It was kind of a weirdo. But over time, he was able to convince some of them to get in on his animal obsession. His parents, Bobberton Lynn, became part of Australia's conservation efforts by housing rare species on their new property there.

They decided to open up their property to visitors as the B. Well Reptile and Fauna Park initially. Hope to be the start of a full-fledged zoo, which is exactly what has become. Bob participated in most of the construction of his B.W. Reptile Park. During their first years, working on at the family lived in an RV caravan. Bob constructed a shed,

later built his family a house on the property. Steve participated in the construction of these buildings as much as he could. He later wrote, Dad knew he needed to be enthusiastic about my helping him. As it's during these younger years that the young fellow develops work ethics and skills. I worked hard and was rewarded with field trips. The family who live in the house, they built until Bob retired and gave the park to Steve. Although Wikipedia says the park opened June 3rd 1970 according to Steve and

Terry Irwin's book to Crocodile Hunter, the incredible life and adventures of Steve and Terry Irwin. The B.W. Reptile Park opened for business in 1973. At first, the Reptile Park was just a small roadside zoo with snakes, some crocs, few kangaroos, but Bob and Linda, the kids worked hard for years and grew the zoo into something great. Steve accompanied his dad on many expeditions to catch lizards, venomous snakes, crocs for the growing zoo. Bob Irwin was now developing a reputation,

not just around Australia, but around the world in certain select circles for his legendary snake catching skills and croc catching skills. He would catch his snakes with nothing but bare hands and quick reflexes. He captured tie-pans, browns. I mean, the most venomous snakes in the world, death-adders all over Australia.

Steve spent his childhood years carefully observing his father which contributed to his up-and-close animal wrangling style later in life. death atters all over Australia. Steve spent his childhood years carefully observing his father, which contributed to his up and close animal wrangling style later in life. The crock obsession makes so much more sense to me now. He came by his crazy ass. Let's get up in that crock's face techniques honestly, right? Honestly, he learned it from his dad.

He grew up in the family business, surrounded by dangerous reptiles, other animals for literally as long as he could remember. Steve spent much of the 70s from the age of eight to 18 wrestling crocs, studying snakes, catching snakes, assisting Queensland the University researchers with bird surveys. The University liked to work with Steve because he was good at climbing trees. Of course he was.

I mean, this is basically an Australian tarzan. Also grew up helping his mum, nests and rehabilitate abandoned kangaroos, wallabase beds, it came to the park. The B.W.A. reptile park was home to animals like lace monitors, tiger snakes, fresh wild crocs, fresh wild, fresh, what you've heard of fresh wild crocs, fresh water crocodiles, magpie geese, kangaroos, Steve's mother specialized in wildlife rehabilitation and skilled

nursing injured and orphaned animals. Together, Bob and Lynn were becoming known all over the country for the wildlife rehab efforts. Steve always called his mom the mother tree of wildlife rehabilitation. Liz was revolutionary in her own way. She pioneered many of the techniques still used today to care for baby kangaroos. She made artificial pouches, special food formulas, developed nursing techniques. She would nurse them, you know, herself. She would use her own teats and that's still

how it's done. You know, if you want to get into Kangaroo rehabilitation, you gotta get those titties out and you gotta put them to work. If you care about wildlife, no, she never did that. But she, she, she, she, she felt some other techniques, not that. She cared for injured sugar gliders. Those are cute little things, trains, little possums, kind of like flying squirrel not that. Oh, she cared for injured sugar gliders Those are cute little things trains little possums kind of like flying squirrels You know while scientists were still trying to figure out exactly what the fuck they were Lin always stopped when she found a dead kangaroo on the road because more often than not the females had babies still living in their pouches And those little joys, you know She had heard and then found out for herself that they are fucking delicious. I mean, you're not normally supposed to eat baby kangaroos

I get that but if the mom dies and it's been too long since they've I mean, you're not normally supposed to eat baby kangaroos. I get that. But if the mom dies and it's been too long since they've last eaten, you know, to be able to save them, and they're just still barely alive, well, counter-blessons. If you can rush home and boil them, drop everything and do that. Mm-mm, hot damn.

Don't kill them first. You don't got them, you don't skin them. You just toss them into that boiling water and start drooling. Let that stomach grumble. When they're mostly cooked about 50 minutes later, you take out a hammer and you smash the fuck out of them on a counter.

Then you put the mess you've made in a crock pot, carrots, potatoes, beef broth, set it, forget it. About 12 hours, season the taste. And then lucky you, you get to eat that sweet fucking Joey. Mm, fur, baby bones. Yum yum, bone apetite. JK, of course. I'll try not to make you simultaneously sad and nauseous

for the rest of the episode. Well, Lin would really do. It's to take these little orphan joys back home and nurse them back to health, not with the real tits, fake ones. I don't think she would approve of this episode. While Bob Totsdiv, had observed and catch wildlife,

Lin Totsdiv compassion and love for animals. During his childhood instead of traditional pets, Steve had, you know, various wild animals, like some birds. He'd play with Curly, a Curloo, cute little bird. There was Broly, a Broga, a type of crane. And then there was Egghead and E-Mew. Steve liked to play an army with his birds. He wrote in his biography later that Egghead

liked to eat his marbles and his dad's nails. Okay, probably should have kept a closer eye on a head's diet. Fucking emus. I still think about those strange tough weird birds from the great emie war episode. Steve didn't just fuck around playing with the animals all the time. He also spent part of his childhood doing some normal kids. She'll like sports. You could dabble in swimming, football, cricket, soccer, surfing. He and his dad played badminton together as well. Dad to zoo, of course. These sports always took a backseat to animals. One day during a cricket match as a kid, he

abandoned the game in favor of capturing seven red bellies, blacks. Oh, look at what a beauty. It's another highly venomous snake. Always dangerous snakes with heroine boys. He put the snakes he caught in the bus drivers cooler than he and his friends begged the bus driver to let Steve take the snakes home. When the bus driver dropped Steve off, he informed his dad that Steve was banned from the bus going forward. Steve wrote that when Bob found out he had put snakes in this guy's cooler, he quote, sunk his boot right up my bum so hard I dropped a cooler. Oh, Bobbert. Sometimes I go back and forth and how I feel about Bobbert. Got into a great conservationist career, but sometimes it kind of seems like a prick.

So when did the future crock hunter start to get his first introduced specifically to Crocodiles, those living dinosaurs? 1971, at age nine, Steve caught his first crock. Right, sounds about right, part of the course. Get the boy giant python, age six. Taking it out looking for snakes in an area littered with the most venomous snakes in the world at age seven.

Now that is the ripe old age of nine. Let's fucking turn in Lucense from Crocs. During the 70s young Steve very young is beginning of the decade worked with Papa Irwin to capture problem crocodiles by rastling them into a small dinghy. Big appetites needless endangerment Papa Owen. Bob Todd Steve the crocodile jumping and restrained techniques that will make him famous famous later in life Steve wrote about catching that first crock in a 2001 book Bobber had been asked by Queensland National Parks and Wildlife Service to catch and relocate a small colony of fresh water crocks in north Queensland Freshies freshies, ah, rip-ah! As there are sometimes called usually relatively small and harmless if left alone. They can still have a nasty bite. And if I relatively small, I do want to point out that a full grown adult male will have

a drone of 150 pounds and seven feet in length. Female is about 90 pounds and five to six feet in length. So still fucking crocs. The method of capture bomb used was simple. Go out on the water at night, spotlight these crocs, and then literally jump on them. I'm surprised Bob and his son, were physically capable of doing this or even walking actually. I mean, how do they move around normally at all with their set of giant fucking balls

that it would have taken to a wrestle crocs in the wild like that at night, no less. No, thank you. Me and my tiny balls are just going to read and talk about it. Steve's job while dad was crock jumping was to idle the boat as quietly as possible in the direction of his dad's spotlight and the crock's eye shine, which is how they spot him at night. They creeped those peepers. When they got close, Bob would lurk up at the front of the boat. You put a spotlight down while Steve raised up his to show that eye shine, that as soon as they got right next to that crock, Bob jumped on it, grabbing it around

the neck, wrapping his arms and legs around it. The water must not have been that deep when they were doing this is insane. Once Bob tired the crock out, he throw it into the boat, we're little Steve, nine years old, but then jump out of his training inside the boat. Well, dad climbed aboard. What the fuck? Bob wants on board, put a blindfold on the crocodile, and then you transferred into a bag. Well, in this particular night, Bob was putting a crock into a bag while Steve scanned the water hole for more eye shines.

Bob switched their usual positions. He idled the boat closer and closer to a crock they saw. Bob then told the little Steve, get up there boy. That'll close closer until Bob said, nah, without thinking Steve jumped onto the water, jumped onto this crocodile, slammed his chin down onto the head, rolled over and over, Bob pulled him in the crock up into the boat. Steve wrote, he was shaking his head and disbelief with a grin from ear to ear.

I could feel his pride in me, although the capture had certainly made him a little nervous. I would hope so. Didn't make him too nervous though. Not nervous enough to think like, wait a minute, maybe tell him I'm nine year old to jump into the war on a tupple crock, maybe not the best idea. Clearly it worked out all right, but also clearly Steve seemed to nearly dodge a lot of unnecessary bullets in his childhood.

I mean, try explaining something like that to a child protective services case worker. How is that child in danger, man? It's not like I told my third grader to jump on a big cr... We're not talking about saltwater crocs. I'm not a psychopath. I'm gonna wait until he's ready for that.

Gonna wait until he's at least in fourth grade or some shit. I know how to parent. However, shit like this is what made the crock kind of the crock on her, right? This is how Steve developed his passionate crocs. Had his dad not been a little bit of a psycho. You know, he wouldn't have built a legacy he did. Does that make it right though?

I kept questioning that during this research. Maybe, maybe not. I mean, I mean, Joe Jackson raised very successful musicians. Had he not pushed them from an early age, no one had heard of the Jackson five. Also, legendarily terrible father, who beat their shit out of his kids all the time. Love who the crock hunter became.

Not a hundred percent sold on how dad helped him get there a moment. Go and forward throughout his childhood and obviously throughout his adulthood Steve loved studying crock's behavior. He was that, you know, he understood that relocation was critically important because it protected crock analysis from locals who wanted to shoot them. He'd be able to relocate crocs like almost no one could thanks to spending time with his dad developing skills that a lot of other animal handlers would never develop. Bed at crock catching, probable child abuse, pop a bob.

1979 Steve turned 17 and loses his virginity to crocodile. His dad pushed him too far with the animals, didn't encourage him to spend enough time with other humans. Steve would later write, crocky, she was a beauty, fresh water Australian crock, six feet long, 80 pounds nice and curvy, Ripper, I'd wrestled crocks before, but never like that. She'd lay eggs about to her four weeks later, and when they hatched three months after that,

I was right nervous, they'd have her body and my face. Krike, I was worried dad was gonna slink his boots so far up my bum, I'd tight in his laces rip. Ah no 17 Steve got his driver's license saved up for a year and then at the age 18 purchased his first car an old yellow Toyota highlights that had more rust and metal he said Looking up how to pronounce the name of that truck Semian quite the internet wormhole Props to Cody debtwiler

It's guy host the Whistling Diesel YouTube channel. That guy is fucking funny. And he does these durability tests on these Toyota Hilux and his other vehicles and beats the ever loving shit out of them. It is ridiculous what he does. And this Toyota Hilux is almost indestructible. Their like is one YouTube commenter pointed out a GTA grand theft auto vehicle in real life. Yeah.

So I can see why Steve got one, right? Perfect truck for right now to the bush looking for snakes and Crocs and shit. And for Navitus truck, congratulate in secondary school, aka high school Steve planned a seven week trip with Papa Bob to the Cape York Peninsula, way up in far North Queensland. Only about 40 miles across the ocean from Papa New Guinea to study the first specimens of an undescribed species of Galana. These big lizards. He was going to live in his truck the entire time. He said, uh, totally entrenched in the jungle. Bob decided they should catch a pair of for breeding and behavior studies. And it would take them until 1993 to complete this project 13 years.

Steve would finally catch a few specimens of an unidentified species of Goanna, bring it back to a special breeding enclosure, bring them back and a zoo, the work allowed scientists to study the Goannas and write some research papers. 1980 Bob and Lynn rebranded the park, now naming it Queensland Reptile and Fauna Park. Hoping that a name change will bring more visitors, make it sound bigger, less local, and it was getting bigger. One of their park visitors who would visit 1986 was about to turn 14 year old, was Wes Manion. He's about to turn 14 when he did this. I phrase that weird.

Wes was fascinated by the park and wanted to be part of a special place that cared for animals. Deeply, he idolized Steve, who was 24, wanted to work with him. Bob and Lynn hired him to maintain the ground care for animals. Steve became his mentor and eventually one of his best friends and West still works at the park today. And the TV series, The Crocodile Hunter, he was Steve Irwin's best friend on the show and also worked for years as the director of Australia Zoo to film in the show. Back in the beginning of the early 80s, Bob and Lynn hired two full-time staff to help to manage more

animals. They're gambled with the rebrand, expansion, you know, with paying off more and more people coming to the park with more people, more money through ticket sales. With that, they're able to expand the property from two acres to four acres now. Now Steve's parents able to begin a new project or well aware of the general public's intense hatred and fear of a giant saltwater crocodiles in far North Queensland, which I do understand. I mean, I share it. These motherfuckers, the males can grow in rare cases to over 21 feet long, can weigh up

to around 3,000 pounds. That's a dinosaur. That's a dinosaur with a huge set of powerful jaws and so many sharp teeth. And these crocs, opportunistic hunters that will ambush their prey, drown them, drown their prey or eat it whole and they do this fucking crazy crazy Whip thing with their head that they'll sometimes like literally rip their prey in half just the the shearing force It's an apex predator that will sometimes eat other apex predators. That is some alpha shit They've even been witness eating sharks in India. Let's thought water croc was once witnessed killing and eating a fucking tiger, full-grown tiger.

Crocs eat all sorts of shit, including humans for sure. About two people a year on average get attacked and killed by a saltwater crock in Australia. Are there favorite food? Qualcommairs. Yep, that's toys and they'll play with them first. Two crocs recently witnessed tossing a little koala back and forth with their mouths before one of them finally just ripped it in half and then they shared it. Or maybe that was never witnessed.

Maybe I just like imagining people just horrified at that level of qual abuse. Crocs will eat qualas but don't seek them out. They're too little. They'd rather go for a kangaroo. Lot more meat. Anyway, the Irons felt called to rescue big crocs who were deemed dangerous and were going to be killed. They wanted to capture relocate these crocs to a conservation area to encourage education,

reduce fear. Steve and Papa Bob fired up a backhoe, got to dig in some water holes. Let's start a new crock enclosure. Start a building to Zeus, future crocodile environmental park. 1985. Bob is recruited to be part of the brand new Queensland government's East Coast crocodile management program. This is a government sponsored project to reduce crop attacks by relocated

them to less populated areas or sanctuaries. B. Wild Park was one of the designated sanctuaries. The government received reports in Newson's crocodiles and called Bob and Steve to send them out to locations across Queensland. Bob and Steve worked together, rastling crocs, removing them from populated areas before conflicts or dangerous situations arose. Eventually, pop a Bible step away and Steve will work for the crocodile management program alone.

His younger hunger has better rastling moves, bigger muscles, better moves, pop crock honor. Steve spends months in the bush searching for crocs and establish himself as the best in Australia when it comes to capturing the largest and most dangerous saltwater crocs Australia's top croc catcher. He's the Tom Brady, the Serena Williams, the Michael Jordan, the Ma Long of croc hunting. Who is Ma Long?

You might ask, ah, only the greatest fucking table tennis player of all time for real. Ma Long aka the dictator, aka the dragon, two time Olympic gold medalist from China three time world championships champion If you think you have a future in pro Ping pong table tennis look up Ma Long highlights on YouTube and then a few minutes later when you're done Just throw your racket away. Go have a good cry and pick a new dream By the late 80s Steve had begun to record some of his crock on adventures using a video camera mounted on a tripod This will of course eventually lead him to get in his own TV show and then worldwide fame. Back it up a bit now.

And by leading to that, you know, he's getting more and more familiar with being on camera, getting better at it. Let's look at one of Steve's first solo crock hunting assignments relocating a massive saltwater crock in the 60s word for first spread of a legendary massive crock at out living in a river system in North Queensland. This crock supposedly was sinking boats, tearing through fishing and nets, you know, capture nets, was attacking and killing all sorts of animals, including pets, probably horses, dragging carcasses across mud flats, just terrifying locals for over two decades.

And saltwater crocks can't live for a long time that could live to around 70 years. And this one rumored to be 30 feet long, wider than a dinghy with a head so big, swallow a bore hole. Wasn't that big, but you know, the fishing tail is big, but not that big. The government sent professional croc catchers to the area numerous times of the years. They could never locate it. Well, 1985, Stephen is dad, you know, hear about this crock while working on some relocation projects. A couple years later, 87, they surveyed the crocs known territory. Then an 88, the government designates Stephen Papa Bob as caretakers of the crocs zone of the river system. They spent a while mapping out exploring the area, looking for signs of the crock, and then later in 1988, Steve captures this infamous crocodile by himself. He wrote about his experience in his autobiography.

He went on the adventure with his dog, Chile. And he would write, get some music to set this to. Now write music, some sounds, some nature sounds. Several days later, dead left May with faith in dog, Chile, in the truck's territory. One man and one dog in the vast maze of mangroves pit against the legend. I said two traps in the vicinity of the belly slide dead and located. I said my biggest trap upstream in the belly slide and the area I consider the wildlife hotspot.

Chile and I had become part of the mangroves, birds and wallabies, accepted us as part of their everyday life. My stalking skill became very refined. Sometimes I had squatful hours, and the insect infected main grows, camouflage with leaves and mud, is helping to glimpse my target crocodile. I calculated that it was over 18 months since I had first anticipated catching this elusive old croc, just as I was about to give up. I noticed mate missing from one of my traps.

I stopped to crack the alpha days after that. And one morning on the river the main grove erupted a huge, jolting force pounding the bow of the boat. Panic was pushing my eyeballs out. I'm staying control of it. I snapped off a stick and tried to throw the top jaw rope between his massive yellow teeth. He'd launch straight at me, ripping the stick and a rope clean out of my hands.

He snorted in blue mucus and sprayed it into my face. His eyes were wide full of anger and fear. The clock exploded in a thrashing frenzy. He gripped the trap in his teeth and went to a series of violent death rolls. The instantly stopped my position by top jaw rope stick, then jammed it between those huge teeth and pushed it out the other side. Scampering between the aerial mangrove roots, my sleeves are broke. Before he had time to react, I sensed he was tired.

I was able to tie the massive crock to a tree. I felt no fear. I was working on instinct. She had guts and determination. Was stamped into my brain. Crack it! I knew right then and there. But I was the baddest motherfucker on earth. In a further display of dominance, I'm not gonna lie. I fucked that crap. Because there was nothing sexual about it. There was about power. I needed to know that I ruled the land. But I can impose my will upon any predator at any time when I was done.

I beat off one of that fucker's toes. I ate it, swallowed it in front of him. Punched him into fucking face, untied him and stabbed him down. I asked him. You want to fucking go mate. No traps, no ropes. Just two beasts of the jungle, two kings in a fight to the death. He looked away, I'd broken his spirit Now I said leave now for a breaky and half and tell your friends Tell them about the fucking crocanta Crikey

Ripper I might have I might have added those last things That would have been pretty epic though Maybe the last thing he wrote with sheer guts and determination were stamped in my brain But he might have thought or felt some version of the rest, because he was the king of the bush now. After Steve had the Crox secured, he needed help getting it out. It was damaged his boat,

and it was too heavy to carry with a small dinghy. He tracked down some locals, convinced him to help him out with lots of begging and cases of beer. Fuck yeah, bro. Maybe the most Australian thing I've ever heard. I need you guys to help me get a joint crock out of the water. Peace off, mate.

You fucking mental. There's beer in. Alright, we're in. Where is that fucking toothy count? Steve said, eight burly farmers in myself were only just forced enough to lift the boat and crock up out of the water. Steve named the crock Agro. And moved him to his new home with the Australia Zoo.

Steve felt both happy and sad. He removed the crock from his home. And yes, maybe traumatized it in the process, but also saved it from death. He said, back at camp, I was sitting by the campfire, cuddling chilly, feeling empty and fearful for the crock's life. The capture of the big black legend was going to challenge him and me for the rest of all lives. Crock was big, but nowhere near 30 feet long again, it's half a size. People like to exaggerate. It was over 15 feet long, weighed over 1,300 pounds. Steve Rassel, that son of a bitch down

and tied it to him to himself, very impressive. Let's jump ahead to the 90s now. On October 4th, 1991, Steve's parents gave him full management of the B-Wall Reptile and fauna part. I keep thinking of that hell on earth video. The fucking guy killed me. There's more videos, too, by the way.

He still lives in B-Wall, he still hates it so much. So still, I was fucking scumbags. Anyway, Bob and Lynn told Steve he'd finally come of age. He was ready to take over responsibility, managing the zoo. But we're ready to begin a partial retirement, but would still accompany Steve on many of his trips to catch and study wildlife, and it was a pretty easy transition of power.

All the employees of the zoo respected it in myard Steve, because he never asked him to do anything he wouldn't do himself. Steve continued to leave the crocodile research program of the zoo, and actively participated in it as much as he could. As much as time allowed. Two days later, October 6, 1991, Steve meets his future wife, 27-year-old Terry Reigns, in American from Eugene, Oregon.

Terry was a successful business woman, conservationist, before Cheva Met Steve. She was born July 20th, 1964 in Eugene, the youngest of three daughters born to Clarence and Judy Reigns. Her parents owned a trucking business, and also were dedicated environmentalists. Clarence often brought home injured animals. He found out in the road from a young age.

Terry loved animals, wanted to help him. By the age of 20, Terry was helping run the family business, also working part time at an emergency bed hospital, also helping operate a local wildlife rehabilitation center called Cougar Country. She rehabilitated and released animals like Cougars, bears and bobcats carrying for over 300 animals each year. Terry was a fucking grinder. Hail Nimra!

She started working as a young teen worked hard enough to buy her first home at the age of just 18. On October of 1991, now 27 year old and single, Terry's on a vacation in Australia with some girlfriends. The gang first goes to Brisbane, the visits and friends, the sunshine coast. On the way back, one of Terry's friends asked if she wants to stop and look a little wildlife park on the side of the road. Terry decides, never gonna be here again. Why not? Within the hour, she's stepping into the Queensland Reptile in Phonoparkin, B-Wall, Phonopal, all those scumbags.

Terry was impressed by the beautiful gardens and free range animals. A few minutes later, she heard an announcement that a crocodile show was about to start. She was curious, no, went to go watch. And, you know, she was, she was pretty impressed. She was impressed by the crocodiles, but more impressed by the handsome guy in the khaki uniform showcasing those tight, high, firm, juicy, bush booty buns. I may have added those last few words.

Terry was interested in the way Steve talked about crocodiles with such love instead of talking about how he was skilled for handling the crocodiles. He continually emphasized how amazingly crocodiles were, is about them, not him. Terulator Rodner 2001 dual biography was Steve, which we've quoted several quotes from already, pulled several, pulled several quotes from. She said, this was too incredible. Who is the man who spoke so casually of jumping into the water to wrestle crocodiles?

He looked to be about my age, wasn't wearing a wedding ring, but surely this wonderful guy must have already been snapped up by some lucky girl. How could I possibly get a chance to talk to him anyway?" And she was leaving, she and Steve locked eyes. It was as if we had always known each other. As I edge closer, he smiled and introduced himself as Steve Irwin. I bet he was quick to introduce himself. Terry is a smoke show.

Steve described the first time he saw Terry in an interview. He said, when I saw Terry in the crowd, I looked up and our eyes met. My heart just went bang, bang, bang. And I just started thumping. It was love at first sight. Next thing I remembered, where I was, oh yeah, Aggro is trying to kill me.

Months after the two started talking, they realized they shared the same passion for wildlife. Or sorry, not months, moments, slight difference there. Moments after the two started talking. They were a match made in heaven. Steve was into reptiles. Terry was fascinated by mammalian predators. So very similar to Steve's parents, mammals and reptiles.

As Terry was leaving, she realized she forgot to ask Steve if he had a girlfriend. Steve smiled and said that he did. Then asked her if she wanted to meet his girlfriend. Terry was super bummed out just for a few seconds. Steve called for Sui and a dog came running up, running up. Sui would appear in a lot of episodes of the crock hunter and he did love the shit out of that dog. Bojangles loves Steve Irwin. I definitely can't think of a subject we've covered so far who his love animals more than this guy. Before Terry left, Steve handed her a park brochure with his name and number written on it and said that, you know, sure, hope you would see her again soon.

Terry called when she made it back down to Brisbane from a landline in those ancient 20th century times. And she asked if she could come up and visit the park and Steve told her to go fuck herself. He was very clear about having a girlfriend. Suey would tear her throat out if she ever returned. That's her territory. Now, he invited her to stay for the weekend. And then Terry's friends dropped her off and she met Steve's whole family. Terry spent the next two days working at the zoo. She and Steve rake leaves, prepared food, cleaning closures. Terry was trying to impress him.

She was sweating so much. She was worried she didn't look very pretty. Steve later said that their love went ballistic in those two days. And I first read that, it's a very sweet way of saying they worked all day with the animals and then fucked most of the night away, like animals. Sounded like one hell of a weekend. But it was definitely a lot more innocent than that. For their first date, Steve brought Terry to... Oh, Kaloundra, there we go, to Kaloundra, a seafood buffet.

He entertained her on the drive with stories of his adventures and the bush while they're eating Steve got a misty look in his eyes. She said later, Terry thought he was going to say something terribly romantic. Instead, he told her, gosh, you're not laid to like it all. He was thoroughly impressed by this. That was a big compliment from him. Much to Terry's disappointment Steve did not kiss her at the end of the night, but he did promise to pick her up the next morning. Next, he took her to the romantic glass house,

mountains look out. Terry was positive. He was saving the spot for their first kiss, but instead, he just talked a lot about all the landmarks. Unfortunately for Terry, Steve did not kiss her until right before she left to go back home to the States. I feel like that may have been his first kiss. The first time he kissed anyone.

He was interested in just animals until she stole his heart. And that is not a put down. I love their love story. It's super adorable to me. Terry was heartbroken when she had to leave. She exchanged phone numbers with Steve. You know, he said he'd try to come see her, but then he went weeks without calling. Terry was getting upset, but refused to be the one to call first.

Then after a month, Steve just calls and goes, I'm coming over. I'll be there in 10 days. Interesting guy. He didn't have time to call before that Terry way too many crocs to rassle. Way too many super venomous snakes to catch very handy and shit. So Steve came to Oregon at the end of November 1991. Didn't realize he was coming for the things giving holiday because, you know, it's not Australia's holiday. He ends up meeting Terry's entire family and they fall in love with him right away. Steve spends 10 days in Oregon observing beavers, because, you know, it's not Australia's holiday. He ends up meeting Terry's entire family, and they fall in love with him right away. Steve spends 10 days in Oregon observing beavers,

bears and raccoons, working very hard, not to make a crude and unnecessary joke about him spending most of his time on this trip with Terry's beaver, trying not to say something, you know, unnecessary, like, RIPPA. She's a beauty. Look at that pelt. Now to say something, you know, unnecessary. Like, RIPPA, she's a beauty. Look at that pelt. Now to say aggressively, majestically, she devours that wood. Crikey, what a beaver. January of 1992. Terry took a month long vacation from work, travels back to Australia. Steve

mostly took her crocodile hunting. Of course he did. Terry realized he was fond of love with this maniac. Towards the end of the trip, Terry spends a day cutting down a tree with Steve and when they sat down together at the end of the day Steve just asked her, so what are you reckon? Do you want to get married? Love it. Terry immediately thought of so many reasons why they shouldn't get married, like having two different lives in two different countries, but she also knew she was madly in love with him, so she said, yep, let's get married.

They spent the last few days of Terry's trip celebrating the proposal, trying to choose wedding date. Terry started planning the wedding from February to June 1992 Terry not only had to plan the wedding she also had to make arrangements for her parents business Right for someone to take over her position To relocate all the wildlife at Cougar country. She'd been leaving that behind leaving the whole country for Steve leaving a whole life behind Isn't it fucking wild how we meet sacks will often do that for love? What a leap of faith. She's only spent a few weeks of this guy, you know, in person like face to face. Now she's going to move to the other side of the world, to be with him, leave behind her

parents, siblings, friends, the start of her own very successful career. And love is the most powerful drug there is. While Terry was stressing about the wedding, Steve had another reason to stress. A crock had bitten him. Big crock named Graham, kind of a funny name for a crock. This is the egg grow. This is Graham. Graham doesn't sound that aggressive. But, you know, apparently, what's he bitten? Graham needed a new enclosure. Current space was too small for him. Took Steve and his team three tries. She lure him into a trap. On the third try, Graham did not go for the meat. Steve was dangling.

He went a little further and got Steve's hand. Steve was rushed to the hospital with puncture wounds. They went all the way through his hand. An experience like that never made Steve think twice about not working with Crocs and other dangerous predators the way he did. He's got stitched up, wrapped it up, blamed himself for not being more careful.

Went right back to work. June 4th, 1992, Stephen Terry get married in Eugene, Oregon at her grandma's church. Steve, I love this, was absolutely terrified. He later said that the wedding was the single scariest moment of his entire life, that he was dripping sweat and literally shaking. He said, I would sooner take on a 16 foot crocodile strike than getting married. I bet I know why. I bet he was worried that getting married would take away from him being able to head out into the bush whenever he wanted. You know, go chase animals around. Just live

free like you had, but Terry would never do that to him. She lived wildlife just as much as he did. Still does. Over 400 people attended the wedding and said they're goodbyes to Terry. He was a big emotional affair. Terry was excited to begin her new life in Australia. She later described her marriage as 14 years of the most adventurous time of my life. Terry and Steve, of course, did not have a traditional honeymoon or even really a honeymoon at all. They did plan on going on a honeymoon, but then Steve received a call last minute

about a group of poachers, hunting, of course, Crocodiles, and far North Queensland. Steve was asked if he could catch those crocs and transplant them before they got killed. A film crew would also document the whole thing with future conservation efforts in mind, possible documentary, Steve asked Terry what she wanted to do and she said she wanted to save the crocodiles. So, match made and have it. So they cancelled her honeymoon and spend what was going to be their honeymoon. Filmen crocodiles, other Australian wildlife and far north Queensland, cameraman John Stainton filmed the film the event director, soundman, zoo employee,

West Manian, you know, also accompanied them. And the footage will then later become the first pilot episode of the Crocodile Hunter. Sadly, Terri and Steve were not able to save the male crocodile they set out to find, but they were able to find its female mate and relocate her. During the capture, Steve asked Terri to assist him and sit on the crocodile. She said she was terrified but still did it. Terry will later say in interviews that one of the

things she loved most about Steve was that he never assumed that she couldn't do something that he believed in her and encouraged her constantly. So hey, I'll lose a fena. Over the next four years they will film 15 different wildlife documentaries all over the Australian bush. Terry wrote in a 2001 biography, I didn't fully appreciate then that this was just the beginning. Over the following years, Steve and I would spend about half our lives in the bush. We didn't realize just how well received our wildlife documentaries would be. After the wedding, Terry took over as manager of their business conservation projects.

Steve and Terry's work brought their small zoo to the world stage. Their emphasis on animal welfare and conservation was so unique, you know, of course it stood out. Terry wrote again in 2001, Stephen, I also operate the Australia Zoo with a philosophy that might not seem to make the best business sense. Since 1970, the Irwin family has maintained a strict policy that the needs of our animals come first. Our team will come second and our visitors rank third. With incredibly happy and healthy animals, our team has higher morale and overwhelming passion for their work. Patrons of Australia zoo win too because they experience our enthusiastic team and zoo animals as they've never seen them before. I love that.

Steven Terry immediately started working on their endangered species unit, which provided habitat for endangered animals to allow them to breed successfully. That project also gave researchers a viable chance to study these animals. As part of Steve's crocodile catching work, he was hired as a consultant for a TV commercial also in 1992. And when he showed some of his honeymoon tapes to a producer at Australia's Channel 10 Network, they were excited. The producer immediately suggested they turn the tapes into a documentary. The results of that meeting would be 10 hours of footage titled The Crocodile Hunter, which first aired in 1992 in Australia. It would not make its way in a more edited form to the animal planet for another four years.

The success of the TV program, the Australian viewers loved it led to, as I mentioned before, many more documentaries, some feature in international expeditions, brought much more attention, more dollars with it to the Irwin's Queensland Reptile and Fauna Park. Later in 1992, Stephen Terry renamed the park Australia Zoo. Make it sound bigger because it was. Over the following years, they will turn the zoo into a major tourist attraction that it still is today. They first expanded the park from four to 16 acres, then to 550 acres by 2000.

And the park had, you know, over 1,000 animals. And out today, it's over 700 acres. The Irons will also use their new exposure and successful zoo to found wildlife warriors worldwide in 2002. An international organization that continues to promote worldwide conservation, education, and research. The Irons did a lot more than catch crocs, right? They stayed busy.

One of Steve and Terry's first joint projects was determining the ancestry of Harriet, a giant tortoise. This ship blew my mind coming across us. They estimated that this tortoise, this big fucking turtle, had been brought to us to a 130 years earlier on a wailing ship. This thing's still alive. It was common back then for whalers to take tortoises

as food sources on their long journeys. They believe Harriet somehow managed to become a pet before ending up at the city botanic gardens in Brisbane around 1900. They believe this until Scott Thompson, a tortoise expert, came to the zoo and told him that Harriet was a different species of tortoise entirely. Scott, a previously found a preserved tortoise at the Queensland Museum in Brisbane. The tortoise was upside down in the storage warehouse, the words, Tom or Tom, dash, giant Galapagos land tortoise died, 1929, Brisbane Botanic Gardens. That was

all carved into the shell. This was a tortoise from an old newspaper article reporting that three tortoises have been brought to Australia in 1841 from the Brisbane Botanic or four, the Brisbane Botanic Gardens, two died in the 1920s, and then they all believed that Harriet was the still living third tortoise. And yeah, you're hearing all these dates correctly. This thing was over 150 years old. These fuckers can live to around 200 years old in captivity and become huge, like close to a thousand pounds huge.

I had no idea that A. Turtles could get that big and that B, they could live anywhere near that long, like this species. These tortoises were collected and studied in 1835 by Charles Darwin. So Harriet was truly the third tortoise. She was the oldest giant land tortoise in the world. She had spent time with Charles Darwin and then with the crock hunter,

which is hard for me to mentally process. And Harriet likely was that third tortoise. She would live to be an estimated 175 years old. She would die in 2006. She would be shot to death by Terry. After Terry suspected her of sleeping with Steve, numerous Australia's new animals killed over the years before Steve passed due to Terry's insane jealousy.

Overall, a wonderful conservationist, but just had a temper and very jealous. Now, Jake, you knew that. No, Harriet died of being a hundred and seventy fucking five years old. My God. The couple's next big project was transferring Charlie to a new enclosure. Charlie was an 11 foot, 700 pound crocodile, better, better crock name than Graham. Queensland, a Queensland aquarium had no room for him, asked for a transfer to Charlie was an 11 foot, 700 pound crocodile, better crocodile named the gram. Queensland, a Queensland aquarium had no room for him, asked for a transfer to the zoo. Steve had to construct a new special enclosure for Charlie.

Mature male crocodiles can't live together, they'll fight sometimes to the death, and Charlie was too aggressive to even live with the female crocs, like Nadiya's Charlie. They had to barricade a section of a pond for him then after the enclosure was completed, the team had to figure out how to remove Charlie from the aquarium. Steve was anti-sedation, didn team had to figure out how to remove Charlie from the aquarium

Steve was anti-sedation didn't want to risk killing at the harm in the animal that way so they have to rasslam out Steve left the skeleton crew behind the zoo got his main team to come to him with the aquarium or come with him to the aquarium Steve climbed into the enclosure secured the first jaw rope on Charlie this irritated the crocodile Yeah, probably doesn't like having a rope in his mouth. He started to fight with Steve Old buddy Westman you jumped into the enclosure distractedck. Charlie spun around, now tried to kill West. Steve secured the second jaw rope. Once he was secured, Terry and 10 other staff jumped to the enclosure. When Steve gave this signal, 11 people, right, just pinned down Charlie to keep him still, then slid him into a box and drove him home. Easy peasy. Just another normal work day. and drove him home. Easy peasy. Just another normal work day.

November 1993, Bob Lynn, Steve Terry, and Steve's dogs, Sway, or Sui, travel into the jungle of Cape York Peninsula to capture two pairs of unidentified goanas. They captured the pairs in less than a week. Months later, they bred the goanas in their special canopy, goana breeding facility, studied the pairs, got a bunch of data, released them back into the wild. That work was important to discover of a new species of lizard. And that was the completion of that project, even as dad, Papa Bob, had started back in 1980. 1994, Steve received an increased number of reports by park rangers at the old Faithful Waterhole in Wakefield National Park,

popular fishing and camping area, of a 14-foot crock, swimming near and approaching people in boats and campsites. Another assignment for the crock hunter. Before I talk about it, how about a bit more context on who is calling Steve to handle this shooting crocodiles was legal in Australia until 1974, then banned due to extinction concerns. After the ban in 74, populations went back up, which was great, but then that led to a lot more problems between humans and crocs. Crocs are Australia's apex predator

in particular saltwater crocodiles. Australia has just two species of crocs, saltwater and freshwater crocs. The freshwater croc also known as freshies, I mentioned earlier, as the Australian freshwater crocodile, sometimes called John Stone's crocodile. They're endemic to Australia, only found in northern Australia. A lot smaller than saltwater cousins, as I mentioned, males can grow to almost 10 feet length,

web to around 150 pounds. Females can reach about seven feet length. We're around 90 pounds. Saltwater Crocs can be found in many parts of India, Sri Lanka, Southeast Asia, all around Indonesia, the Philippines, Australia, numerous other nations in the South Pacific and much, much bigger. Males can, as I mentioned, reach over 21 feet in length, weigh 300 or weigh 3000 pounds, females a lot smaller, topper out at around 10 feet long and 330 pounds, and a crocodile's only predator, other crocodiles.

And humans, of course, I mean, thanks to our opposable thumbs and technical know-how, we are the world's true apex predator If we have our tech handy if naked Advantage crock Naked crock versus naked human without access to weapons slam dunk victory for crocs 1985 Queensland's National Parks and Wildlife later named the Department of the environment or Department of Environment Established the East Coast crocodile management program to save crocs.

And people would now report problem crocodiles to this agency and then this agency, you know, initially after reports came in, you know, their rangers would go to investigate them. These rangers would trap and relocate crocs. They would move them from one wild territory to another, but Steve didn't like that. After years of relocating crocodile, Steve noticed that move in a large dominant male will allow smaller, less dominant males to move in, which upsets the traditional crocodile family structure released to a lot of instability, leads to a lot of crocs fighting, killing one another, also releasing a big male into an unknown location causes conflicts with existing crocs

there, leading to more croc deaths. Steve wanted to come up with a new technique, which he was going to try out in the Wakefield National Park, right, where there have been a lot of reports of crocodile concerns and, uh, you know, this department would now end up calling Steve for a lot of their most difficult cases. Steve wrote the actual truth of the so-called nuisance behavior is that the poor old crock was just inquisitive of the people in his territory. He never ever had a go at anyone or demonstrated any aggressive behavior towards people. I guess when a huge crocodile head looking like a dinosaur pops up near your camp or boat, it's quite intimidating. I do not understand why Park Visitors was complaining

about him, looking at people crashing around in your territory is hardly nuisance behavior. Steve was asked to try out his alternative management strategy to alleviate fears around this crock. He was going to capture hold and then harass the crock for a short period of time, then release the crock for a short period of time, then release the croc back into the original water hole. The intention here is to teach the croc to be scared of people. If successful, it will maintain the natural environment, not lead to croc on croc violence and reduce interactions between croc and Allison people.

So smart idea. Also weird and darkly funny to me. Like Steve is literally being hired to capture and just harass a crock. Before reading about his actual techniques, I imagine this getting so weird. I pictured Steve wrestling a crock into a cage and then forcing a big fucking baby bonnet on the crock set.

And then making it wear a baby clothes. Like a big onesie, a diaper, silly little shoes, bunch of little doilies on everything. Maybe a bib too. Why not? Does he hear a bunch of people surrounded, it's cage is taunting, laughing.

Look at this fucking baby. What a baby crock! You gonna cry, you stupid fucking cunt baby crock! Ripa! Shit your nappy, you fucking ankle biting, twat. You little man rattle you down, you weak sissy crock, twat baby crock, you can't, whatever the hell I

picked the croc just laying down just defeated just tears flowing down his cheeks and then when they released it just so embarrassed and ashamed just never seen by humans again. Okay now let's talk about what actually happened. Steve Terry Westmanian, you know the DOE Rangers, other zoo employees set up two traps using Steve and pop-up Bob's designs from the early 80s. They anchored the traps to large trees with rope and bait secured by a short rope with a splice loop over the trigger mechanism. Any point on the bait releases the trigger weighted bags then fall, pull them out of the trap closed. They barricade the sides of these traps with logs, branches, other foliage. So the only way the crock can get that bait and get that meat is to go

through the entrance. One night, two nights after the traps were set, there's a few minutes before midnight. Steve hears the rush of plummeting weight bags and the trapping triggered pierced the stillness of the night. Steve knew it would not be safe to approach until morning, so he waited. It's 6 a.m. Sure. Now there's a big ass crock. He places jaw ropes around the trapped crock so it can't open his jaws, secures the crock, says despite his numerous bursts of aggression and struggle while I tried to secure top jaw ropes, old faith will never made any attempts to bite me. Even when I was working close to his head, I am amazed and in awe of this pristine modern-day

dinosaurs reluctance to kill me. Steven Terry then spent the afternoon circling around the croc in two dinghies to show him the noises of boats and people. They're yelling at him. The crocs getting very agitated. The crew camps around the crocodile so he can see and smell people in close proximity. The crocs seems frightened. They harassed the crock at night, you know, with a spotlight.

They're yelling at him again. Steve stocks close to him. You know, fires gun, the gun into the water around him, terrifying the crock. 6.30 a.m. The next day, eight people straddle and restrained the crock for 15 minutes. Barely puts up a fight, which showed that he understood that humans were stronger, more dominant. When they released him, he slowly walked into the water,

then swam the fuck away from all of them. And then the campground reopens. Steve would come back periodically over the following months to observe the same crocodile. And the crock showed sufficient signs of human shyness. What did nothing to do with humans after all that harassment? So Steve's innovative technique had worked. That's pretty badass.

Also I love that the croc hunter was the croc harasser, better technique, satir crocs, pop a flux with dinosaurs. A 1996 American TV channel animal planet now picks up the crocadile hunter, which sky rockets the show's popularity. It'll be syndicated soon worldwide at its peak of popularity. The Crocodile Hunter will air in over 200 countries. But that first season wasn't really a season. It was just a standalone two-hour documentary, later split into two quote unquote hour-long

episodes for reruns. The true season one will air in 1997, eight hour long episodes, 1998, season two will also feature eight episodes. Season three, really more like two seasons, 16 episodes split over 1999 and 2000, season four, 18 episodes split up over three years, the end of 2000 through 2002, season five, 12 episodes air between the end of 2002 and 2005, and then there would be 13 different stand-alone specials. The last airing on the year anniversary of his death in 2007, hundreds of millions of people worldwide will watch this show. People were spellbound by Steve's dangerous encounters with animals. I mean, I was one of them. I was fascinated. I was like, what the fuck is this guy doing? I honestly couldn't believe it. croc didn't kill him in season one. He interacted with all kinds of traditionally scary animals like snakes spiders and lizards

in addition to crocs. He used the show to further his lifelong pursuit of educating others about wildlife. The dangerous predators aren't as dangerous if you know how to avoid them, how to interact with and not interact with them. Mostly taught me to stay away from them. I had zero interest back before watching the show in feeding a crock, say some raw meat, and following watch the show still zero interest. Steve's enthusiastic personality allowed him to captivate audiences, you know, get them

excited about wildlife. For many, he changed the perception of traditionally ugly and scary animals like crock, snakes, and lizards. He used to show to teach audiences that all living things have a purpose on our planet, and that we should care about all of them. One of Steve's zoo staff said an interview for the 2018 documentary, The Steve Irwin Story. At first you think, is he crazy?

But the reality is what he was doing is showing equality in the animal world. And he brought that to the forefront, especially in highlighting the apex predator, the crocodile, which everyone was taught to fear. I wonder whether that's like, were we taught to fear them? Or do we just instinctively fear creatures like the crock that legitimately have no problem eating us? Because many of our ancestors have in fact been eaten by them. I mean, I am all for a crocodile preservation.

I mean, truly 100%. Also, I am for continuing to be logically scared of truly scary animals. Let's, Steve, do I have to admit, you know, before he passed, had forgotten more about Crocs and all ever know, you know, disagreed. In one episode of the Crocodile Hunter, Steve got close to a group of crocodiles and told his audience incredible stuff. I'm not being threatened. But in an evil ugly monster, they just wait to kill man. In fact, there's millions of people on the continent of Africa

that share the territory of this magnificent species every single day. Steve Love has worked so much that he was known for saying, this is the best day of my life, almost every day. It was pretty cute. But also, if I worked with someone like that, and I was not in the best mood, maybe, a little tired, maybe a little irritable, that would be annoying as fuck. This is the best day of my life. Oh, would you shut up?

You said that every fucking day since I've met you and I've known you for a couple years. Learned with the word best means, my friend. Stop tossing around like a dickhead. Your truck broke down this morning. It's raining. You told me earlier, these things, something in your breakfast gave you a case

of mild food poisoning. This is an average day at best, not a best day. I was Steve though, he really did do what he loved. So I don't know, maybe he didn't have a lot of, you know, best days. As the show got more and more popular, Steve made sure not to deviate from his classic uniform. Kackie shirt and shorts, he used his signature catchphrase, Kroiky is often as he could, he knew what he was doing. This would be highly beneficial for him.

Right, it was good branding. Steve Irwin-Brandspawn countless books and merchandise, which made the Irwin's millions. Steve's image and personality was so iconic, he was parodied on shows like South Park, Simpsons, Saturday Night Live. Steve loved that SNL that a skit about him. Never took himself too seriously,

enjoyed a good joke at his expense. So many stand up comics, so my God, so many had crock hunter impressions for several years. Some close to the crock hunter felt Steve was so popular because he was the same person on and off screen. It was authentic. People felt like they were really part of his life in adventures. His passion was real. In 2004 he told Larry King, I believe that the time has come when if we don't get animals into people's hearts, they're going to go extinct. We're running out of time right now.

I mean his life definitely was driven by a strong sense of purpose and I do love that. Steve's show was revolutionary because instead of observing wildlife from a safe distance, he brought the camera, you know, as close as possible, his audience watched him interact with often touch, wrestle with, dangerous wildlife. Steve said in an interview, it's just that I've got to be, I've got to get the camera. I've got to be right in there. I have to give it right in there, smack into the action because this day is come with the audience. Need to come with me and be there with the animal. Gone of the days, sitting back in the long lands and then tripod and looking to wildlife way over there. No, come with me, share it with me, share my wildlife with me because humans

want to save things that they love, my job, my mission. The reason I've been put on this planet is to save wildlife. Pretty intense, man. Pretty honest. Let's show and Steve, really they were one of the same. Also was not without critics. Many people thought Steve was acting irresponsibly around wildlife by approaching handling dangerous animals. But those who knew him best said that these people,

and all men I was one of them before the Zepposite, and I thought it was a fucking lunatic. Also thought he was super reckless because they just didn't understand his upbringing and immense experience with wildlife. They didn't realize his upbringing and a man's experience with wildlife. They didn't realize that he truly had extensive knowledge of animal behavior. He knew what he could and could not do

around certain animals. So his risks were very calculated. Terrelator said about her husband, I never got tired of watching things connect so beautifully with Steve. It was a gift more than a skill. It was that ability to read animals and understand them. And I think we won't ever see that again.

Also, Steve understood showmanship. He knew that without the closing counters, no way people were gonna get excited and interested in the show as they did. He was known for saying, I believe that education is all about being excited about something. That's the main aim of all entire lives and to promote education about wildlife

and wilderness areas and save habitat, save endangered species, etc. So if we can get people excited about animals, then by Kroiki, it makes it a heck of a lot easier to save them. I get that. I'm not taking any physical risk recording podcasts, but I do want people to be curious about the world around them. I want people to enjoy learning, to keep wanting to learn, to think more critically and

more often, because I do firmly believe that the more of keep wanting to learn, to think more critically and more often, because I do firmly believe that the more of us who do that, the more consistently we do that, the better the world will be for everyone. And part of what I love about the challenge and time suck, you know, the not true crime episode anyway, is to try and figure out how to convey a lot of information about a subject that might not normally come across,

is interesting to many people. Might come across as boring, and then make it fun and memorable through, you know, weaving in some ridiculous humor, humor. Steve knew how to make memorable content. My God, he knew how to make education exciting. And because Steve could do that so well, you know, he and the family made a lot of money. How much Steven Terry were making from the show and merchandise and extra visitors to the zoo, the exposure, brought them, you know, has never been made public. But We can assume it was a considerable amount.

Because they made so much money, Steven Terry decided to put all the money from film and merchandise sales specifically back into conservation. The established Australia Zoo Wildlife Hospital. In 2004, Steve dedicated the wildlife hospital to his mother. The hospital started off as an avocado packing shed. And it's now a world-class facility, folks, on reaching and rehabilitating over 7,000 animals a year. Okay, now let me get back into date.

I shot I shot ahead of it. Uh, I was last 1996 talking about the pilot episode of the crock hunter getting picked up. Let's jump back into 1997. That year, Steve and pop a bob discovered a new species of turtle while on one of their, of course, crock hunting expeditions, they named it Irwin's Turtle, a rare species of freshwater turtle found in northern Queensland. 1997, Steve and Terry discussed having kids for the first time in their six years of marriage. Steve came running inside one evening

and just told Terry, we've got to have children. What inspired him, this will probably not surprise you. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving the zoo behind with no one to take care of it. It's all about the animals. When Terry tried to tell him, you know, that their kids might not be interested in wildlife, Steve beat the fucking shit out of her.

He dragged her down to where they kept the crocodiles. He put her in enclosure with aggro, their biggest crock, and he started yelling, take it back, Terry, take it, bloody back. Our kids will fucking love crocs. You will guarantee me this, or you will be eaten. You will disappear, Terry. I will find another lady, mayor carry my man brewed and she will be the one to give me baby crock

Contents who will grow up fearless and strong you will honor your crock master Terry or aggro We'll fucking end you so either that happened or Steve just insisted their future kids would take on effort 20 retired and continue running the Australia zoo and he's just you know how to good feeling about Do they have no shortage of confidence and what do you want out of life? kids would take on effort. 20 retired and continue running the Australia zoo and he's just, you know, had a good feeling about it. Dude had no shortage of confidence in what he wanted out of life. Terry agreed to give it a go and soon found out that she was pregnant after coming home from a trip to America. Yeah, there we go. Steve spent the next few hours on the phone telling everyone the big news. July 24th, 1998, Bindi Sue Irwin born in Queensland. When

Terry called to tell Steve, she was in labor, he was two and a half hours away filming. He rushed over, dropped what he was doing, brought the camera crew with him to capture it all. I picture him approaching his wife like he'd approach a crock in the wild, right, with that camera crew. Just in these whole way,

looks and adult female human for him intimately familiar with. It's Terry Irwin. We must approach her with extreme caution, or she will crack the sheets. Women in labor can be incredibly aggressive in hostile, especially when they have specifically forbidden you to film the birth of your child. Oh, there she is. She doesn't see us just quietly get a shot of the vaginal region so you don't miss the baby crown in this little head out. Looks like she may be defecating Roy now, totally natural with all that pushing, zooming on that.

We'll use that for some bloopers. Crocky! Look at that dilation! Just incredible! RIPPA! What a beauty! Seriously now the couple had not discussed names before, but Steve told her tell Terry that if that a daughter he really wanted to name her Bendy, an Aboriginal word for a young girl. And also, I know this is shocking the name of oneindi an aboriginal word for a young girl and also I know This is shocking the name of one of his favorite crocs That's all about crocs this guy Her middle name is to be Sue named after his dog Sui again not kidding Never read about someone more obsessed with animals

Bindi will go on her first expedition when she is just six days old and will appear on the show when she did a few weeks old Steven Terry will face criticism from not just some of the general public, but also from friends and family for taking her out on their adventures when she's so young and they didn't care. They definitely lived life with their own terms. Fatherhood brought out Steve's sensitive side. Check out this clip of him talking about his little girl. Allergy warning on this one.

There is some kind of pollen or something attached to the audio. I don't know. It might make your eyes so funny for a second when you watch it. I never, you know what, I never wanted to be a dad. I couldn't really give a rip. And now I am the proudest father I've gotta tell ya. I thought you were gonna be a boy. Yeah, I was, yeah.

All right. Yeah, come on. I just, I can't dwell on her for too long. I start boiling my eyes out. When I go into the field mate, I got a photo. I got a dwell on her for too long. I start boiling my eyes out when I go into the field Mate, I got a photo I got a photo of me and my daughter and I can sit there and just start crying just look at her If you would have thought someone is ugly as me could bring into the world so something so beautiful such a treasure And so you know, I've been asked about Philosophies of fatherhood and you know how to be a good parent and all that to tell you the truth, mate.

All I do is just treat her exactly how I would want to be treated. She wants to have chocolate. Mum's not looking. He have the whole block. I do love that. Steve will say multiple interviews before his death that if he was to be remembered for anything, I know he said he wants to be remembered for passion and enthusiasm, but also he wanted to be remembered for being a great father.

Steve would be right with his prediction for his kids. As soon as she could walk and talk, Bindi expressed interest in wildlife. As a child, she'll start on her own show, Bindi, The Jungle Girl. It'll air on Australia's Discovery Kids Network in 2007, 2008. She'll go on to act in several several movies like Nims Island and Free Willie Escape from Pirates Cove. Started in 2018, she, her brother and their mom, Terry, have started a reality show for animal planet called Kroiki, if the oh it's his future son, also a big name in conservation now. Steve's future son. February 11, 2000, some tragedy strikes

the Irwin family. Steve's mom Lynn dies suddenly and unexpectedly at a car crash in a car crash at the age of 57. Only info I can find out about it just says it was a single vehicle accident. Steve of course is devastated. Months later, he tells Terry he wants another baby. Lynn's death made him realize his own mortality reaffirmed his desire to have children continue his work. He wanted to boy this time. Doesn't want to get to choose, but whatever. Terry spoke to nutritionist about a special diet't want to get to choose, but whatever.

Terry spoke to nutritionist about a special diet that had the potential to influence the child's sex. The baby boy diet had strict rules. No dairy, low calcium, no nuts, shellfish, or chocolate. A doctor also recommended that Steve avoid overheat in his bits. This is all believed, by the way, by the overwhelming majority of western doctors

uh... to be superstitious nonsense no diet has ever been proven to conclusively increase or decrease the odds of having a boy or a girl and it doesn't matter how hot your net's get when it comes to determining gender uh... it does matter little secret little pro tip if you twist them or not if you really want a boy if you're fucking serious

well to pay the price then you got a twist your nuts clockwise. Two full rotations before you ejaculate. Guaranteed boy, if you can do that. If most people will pass out before they even make it to the second twist. So give a shot. I hope everyone knows I just made that up

but also kind of hope that someone maybe misses the part where I said made it, making it up and you know, I get an email about how it worked out. 2002, Stephen Terry stars themselves now in the film, the crocodile hunter collision course. This is the actual movie. It does all right at the box office, 33.4 million against a $12 million budget. This movie will win best family feature film for a comedy at the young artist awards film

feature Steven Terry attempting to save a crocodile from poachers, not knowing that the two men are really American CIA agents who are after them because the crocodile in Irwin's possession has accidentally swallowed a very important satellite tracking beacon. And I love that looking through the comments under the trailer, some people who watch us move when there were kids actually thought it was still the documentary, like all the other crocodile stuff. So they truly believe for a good chunk of their childhood that Stephen Terry were just trying to keep the CIA away from hurting the crocodile and getting caught up in a bunch of crazy hijinks along

the way. Stephen Terry also started a few other shows, Croc Files from 1999, 2001, Crocodile Hunter Diaries from 2002 to from 2002, I flipped numbers, a new breed, new breed vets, excuse me, in 2005, all were a similar documentary style as the crocodile hunter. At same year, Steven Terry started the Steve Irwin Conservation Foundation, later renamed Wildlife Warriors that I mentioned earlier, this organization will go into purchase hundreds of square miles all over the world to protect native animal species. December 1, 2003, Steve's second child, Robert Clarence Irwin is born. A diet worked apparently.

Or maybe he twisted his nuts two times clockwise. Terry's water broke in the 30th. She woke Steve up, told him she was in labor, but that he could go back to sleep for a few hours. Steve came to her bedside and said, I'm putting my foot down. Those babies going to be named Robert Clarence Irwin, if it's boy. Terry told him, go fuck yourself. She said, if you really wanted to name a baby, then he can figure out how to get himself

pregnant and push that baby out of his dick hole. No, she's fine with that name. They both liked it. They named her son Robert after Steve's dad. Today, Robert works at the Family Zoo, enjoys wildlife photography and his free time, also makes guest appearances on stuff like the tonight show with Jimmy Fallon.

January 2nd, 2004, baby Bobbert gets his dad into some trouble. Most controversy the crowd kind of, we get into stupid baby. Steve faced the most criticism of his career for bringing one month old Robert into a crocodile enclosure during feeding time. I remember this. Steve held Robert under one arm while he fed a dead chicken

to Murray, another weird crocodile, 13-foot crocodile using the other arm. He walked the baby around the enclosure while crowds watched. Terry received a message later that day that a local TV channel was criticizing Steve, then more criticism and much more flowed in. She later wrote in 2007, the story had gone out all over the world. Steve was portrayed as an evil, ugly monster who had exploited his son in some kind of stunt show.

I felt as though the mob was going to be outside our gates with lighted torches. New telecompers hovered over the zoo trying to get a video of the family after this terrelator said, I stood by Steve's side and watched his heart break. I've seen Tasmanian devils battle over a carcass. I've seen lionesses, crowd and a kill, dingos on the trail of a feral piglet, an adult crock thrashing its prey to pieces, but never in all the animal world have I witnessed anything to match the casual cruelty of the human being. A powerful quote, please officer stopped by their house at night.

Steve had to call the governor general secretary who informed him he would be investigated by children services. She warned him that they had the ability to take his children away from him. Steve made a public statement assuring everyone that Robert was never in any danger. He explained that he wanted his children to have the same experience. He did growing up surrounded by beautiful wild animals He said I was in complete control of the crocodile Robert was tucked right in my arm The Queensland State Family Department investigated him for the potential breach of workplace safety regulations But Steve did manage to avoid any charges

Family and children's groups all over Australia called him reckless and irresponsible Terry Mackenroth Acting premier of Queensland State, told the public, they claimed that the child was not in danger. They understand people's concerns and have assured children's services that it will not happen again. Steve never made an apology for the incident. According to Terry, for him to say, I'm sorry would mean he was sorry that Bob and Lynn had raised him the way that they did.

And that was simply impossible. The best he could do was to sincerely apologize if he had worried anyone. The reality was that he would have been remiss as a parent if he didn't teach his kids how to coexist with wildlife. And then Steve never did something like that again that we're aware of at least.

I love this guy and I'm glad he taught his kids to coexist with wildlife, dangerous wildlife, but with a month old baby, come on. That is reckless. Baby boy can wait until he's, you know, maybe no longer a literal baby to get comfy with dangerous predators, can he? I mean, this is even dumber to me

than Steve's dad taking him out to hunt snakes when Steve is seven and not warning him about, you know, the world's most venomous snakes being in the area. But what, you know, everybody makes mistakes. June 2004, Steve was investigated again this time for allegedly filming too close to humpback whales and penguins and Antarctica. And Arctica. Steve phoned, interviewed with Australian broadcast channels, geez, I'm back up, Steve interviewed with Australian broadcast channels,

local radio show to clear the air. Steve said he did nothing wrong but enjoyed the attention the controversy brought to his show. He and his crew had gone to Antarctica in February 2004 to film the hour long documentary who's gonna be called icebreaker, but Australian law states visitors must stay five meters away from seals and penguins at all times. Swimming with whales also banned. Steve was accused of breaching his permit

and federal authorities wanted to take a closer look. Steve called the entire incident a big storm in a teacup. According to him, a ship saw him from a mile and a half away mistakenly reported that he was riding a whale, which would have been a pretty bad ass if he could have done that. Steve told the radio show, oh, total beat up, Mike. Like I'm toboggan and over there, this penguin's over there, and that's a big deal. I mean, I don't know what they're really going on about. I really doubt.

I don't understand that one at all. When asked about swimming with whales, he said, ah, that's not true. That's false. That's just not on. I'm sitting on an iceberg, Bob and Miranda middle of the ocean and the whales. I mean, their environment might, and they're going around me and as international whaling conventions, general principle states, they do what they want, and they leave when they want. How is this? The whales, I go back on board because I'm starting to going to hypothermia because I've got so much much water my supposed dry suit. I'm starting to die So I get back on the boat and the whales just keep coming around. It's all there. It's all in the vision Steve was facing a million dollar fine up to two years in jail for this

But then after the Australian Department of Environment view the tape They cleared the mobile charges And if you're wondering why is the Australian government Investigating something that happened, you know in Antarctica, I was wondering the same thing. Well, because from their point of view, this actually happened in Australia because I did not know this, but Australia claims to own 42% of Antarctica. Seven countries, Argentina, Australia, Chile, France, New Zealand, Norway, and the UK, maintain territorial claims in Antarctica, but the US in most other countries,

the vast majority of countries around the world do not recognize these claims. Only four other countries, New Zealand, the UK, France, and Norway recognize Australia's claim to sovereignty in and Arctic in Antarctica. Currently, no one really cares that much about anyone's claims in Antarctica because it's a frozen fucking wasteland. The no one's willing to go to war to fight over. I mean, the continent has no permanent residents, just teams and researchers and a few people

who work on some kind of satellite tracking stations who rotate in and out. I just found it pretty interesting that Australia is like, just so everyone knows, you've got half of an Arctica, that's all shit. All right. January 2006, Steve made a famous appearance on the tonight show with Jay Leno a famous appearance on the tonight show with Jey

Leno. His appearance on the tonight show was his first time handling a King cobra. Steve also appeared on the Oprah show in 2006 to hug and kiss a crocodile named Baba. He'd already bought a, brought a 22 foot Python onto Coney in 2004. I, I, I cry laughed watching a video of that appearance. Things went pretty sideways. When Steve traveled to America for talk show appearances, it was the first time a huge being big city's experiencing luxury hotels with room service. I love that. It was a huge and sanely famous international celebrity

by the time 2004 rolled around for that cone of the parents had never had room service. To live 2006, Steve is the happiest he has ever been and Mr. Best Day ever had always been pretty damn happy. He was happily married had two beautiful kids He and Terry had just finished their 10-year plan for the zoo He had you know more plans to leave home to film yet another documentary This one on Queensland's Batreaf Did another adventure on his long list of adventures back in 2001 Steve had hosted a special called the 10 deadliest snakes

10 deadliest takes in the world. Excuse me, and he was now scheduled to film a spin off called called Oceans Deadliest. And late August, Terry and the kids went to Tasmania to work on a Tasmanian devil conservation program there. Before he left for his doc, Steve told her, I'm getting to the point in my life. I want to like to spend more time being a dad, less time filming. I think after this documentary, I'm just going gonna slow down a bit with all the filming. I'm saying those words weird there. But when Terry learned she felt a sense of foreboding,

she felt like they should all be together, but they were separating. She described watching Steve wave goodbye as a poignant moment. Tragically, this would be the last time she would see her husband live. Terry Irwin later wrote in her 2007 book, Steve always had a feeling that he wouldn't

live a long life. He would sometimes say that he hoped a crock wouldn't get him because he felt it would undo all of his hard work, convincing people. The crocs are wonderful animals worth protecting. After losing his mother, Steve seemed even more focused on accomplishing as much as possible in the time he had here on earth. He was convinced that when it was his time to go, it would be quick as his mom had died in that car accident. On September 4, 2006, at the age of only 44, Steve would die quickly. Steve and his crew were filming that oceans deadliest

dock near Port Douglas, Queensland. Steve was snorkeling near a stingray when he was stabbed settling the heartbites venomous barb. And then he would die of cardiac arrest shortly after Beanstum. Steve deaths a freak accident to stingingrae's not considered dangerous animals for the most part. Steve's best friend and cameraman, best friend of the time, Justin Lions, witnessed the entire thing. He wouldn't reveal the full details publicly until a 2014 interview with Australian Morning Show studio 10. Justin remembered how excited he was

to face some of the ocean's deadliest creatures. He had plans to interact with sharks and sea snakes. He said, it's all the things that would normally make people cringe. This is what Steve loved, so he was very excited about it. They were eight days into filming on September 4th. When their filming was interrupted by rain, their goal that day was to find a tiger shark, but the rain was stopping them. Justin told Studio 10, Steve was like a cage tiger when he couldn't do something, particularly on a boat. So he said, let's just go and do something. So we jumped into the inflatable boat, off we went to look for something to do. Soon, Steven Justin spotted an eight-foot stingray short distance from the boat. Justin thought it would be some perfect b-roll for another

project they had planned. They discussed a filming plan, got ready to shoot. The water was chest deep. Neither man was nervous. They'd been around stingrays, you know, multiple times before. Justin said, stingrays are normally very calm. If they don't want you around them, those swim away. They're very fast swimmers. Film was going smoothly. They got a lot of footage of the stingray. And then Steve and Justin decided to film just one last shot.

The stingray was between the two men. Steve was to swim towards the camera, then Justin would film the stingray swimming away from him. But when Steve swam over the stingray, his shadow spooked it. Justin remembered all of a sudden. It popped on his front and started stabbing wildly with his tail, hundreds of strikes in a few seconds. It probably thought Steve's shadow was a tiger shark, who feeds on them pretty regularly, so it started to attack him.

We had this rule that if Steve was ever hurt or injured, that we had to keep filming no matter what. Just and continued filming the stingrays at swam away. Initially, he didn't realize Steve had been really hurt. He pan the camera towards the stingray. Then when he turned back around towards Steve, he saw something horrifying. He said, Steve was standing in a huge pool of blood that I realized Steve was standing in a huge pool of blood. I realized something had gone wrong. Steve stood up out of the water and screamed. It's punctured my lung. Justin had to act fast.

Their first priority was getting out of the water. Steve's blood was going to attract sharks that they stayed too long. Steve felt like he couldn't breathe. He said the bar punctured his lung. All Justin could see was a two-inch injury directly over his heart, blood pouring out of the wound. Justin said he had an extraordinary threshold for pain.

So I knew that when he was in pain, that it must have been very painful. Even if we've been able to get him to blood pouring out of the wound, Justin said he had an extraordinary threshold for pain. So I knew that when he was in pain, that it must have been very painful. Even if we've been able to get him to an emergency ward at that moment, we probably would not have been able to save him because the damage to his heart was massive. Justin got Steve back in the inflatable boat. He told him to think of his children. And then he said, he just sort of calmly looked up at me and said, I'm dying. And that was the last thing he said.

They got back to Crock One, their main boat, in just 30 seconds, a crew member immediately put pressure on Steve's wound, just to begin CPR, the crew performed CPR for over an hour. It was so sad. Helicopter and Medics were waiting for them at lower aisles when they finally got to the Medics, they pronounced Steve dead within 10 seconds

of looking at him. Because of Steve's rule, there was a cameraman on board who filmed this entire ordeal. His will to live was so strong, he was so tough, he seemed so superhuman. They didn't think that he was going to die, even at the time they got him back to the medics. Tell those medics that he was dead, the crew genuinely assumed Steve was going to wake up at some point and just be okay.

So which is why they kept filming. Justin Lion said in 2014, he doesn't know where that video footage is, but hopes has been destroyed so it can never be released. After his death, people accused Steve of acting irresponsibly around the stingray. In 2014, Justin dispeled that myth, saying that for one thing, Steve did not pull the bar about himself, like people thought he told Studio 10, it's a jagged sharp bar, but went through his chest like a hot knife through butter. Jamie Seymour, a toxicologist, a board crock one that day, also told Studio 10,

it was just a really bad accident. If he'd been five feet one side or come from another direction or the sun had been somewhere else, it wouldn't have happened. By and large, these things are referred to as the pussy cats of the ocean. They're not an issue,

but just under some circumstances, it goes wrong. Worldwide, there are only one or sometimes two stingray deaths a year on average. Only two have been reported in the waters of Australia since 1945. And that's including Steve. Both deaths involved barbs to the chest. Steve left behind his wife Terry is two kids. Bindi is eight. Robert is just two. Terry didn't have good phone service and Tasmania didn't hear right away what had happened. When she and the kids arrive at Cradle Mountain National Park, she checks in. Gets to notice that she has to call Steve's

talent manager. The manager tells her over the phone that there was an accident, they tried to revive him and they couldn't Steve died. She sits in the office for a few minutes and shock, then goes out to the car to tell the kids what had happened. Terry remembers feeling comforted that Steve had at least passed quickly. He'd always told her, I'm not afraid of death,

I'm afraid of dying. Siva said, or she said that she was glad he didn't suffer long. Years later, 2018, in an interview with People magazine, Bindi will say, I remember people coming up to me and saying, I'm sorry for your lost sweetheart. Time heals all wounds, but that's just not true. It's like losing a part of your heart.

When you've lost that, you never get it back. His buddy, Justin Lion said, he was so good with animals, nothing was going to get him. We thought he was going to live forever, but it would always be a crazy silly accident. And as it turns out, that's exactly what it was. All this to have for the zoo, of course, mourned his passing, people around the world mourned his passing.

People came from all over the world to leave Flowersdale, Australia, zoo. Luckily with a good team already in place to help run the zoo, it would continue. They would continue their work, you know, operate Australia Zoo. Luckily with a good team already in place to help run the zoo, it would continue. They would continue their work, you know, operate just fine. They'd train them well. Shortly after his death, Steve was awarded honorary

professorship by the University of Queensland School of Integrative Biology. Then on July 22nd, 2007, the Steve Irwin Wildlife Reserve is established a 334,000 acre area in Cape York. Terry published in her biography, Steve and me, at same year, she wrote about to reserve. On July 22nd, 2007, the Steve Irwin Wildlife Reserve became official. The piece of land means so much to the Irwin family, and I know what it would have meant to Steve. Ultimately, it means the protection of his crocodiles, the animals he loves so much. What does the future hold for the Irwin family? Each and every day is filled with incredible triumphs and moments of terrible

grief. And in between life goes on. We are determined to continue to honor and appreciate Steve's wonderful spirit. It lives on with all of us. Steve lived every day of his life doing what he loved. And he always said he would die defending wildlife. I reckon Bindi, Robert and I will do the same. Terry Bindi, Robert do continue to do Steve's work. Bindi's only 23, Robert is 18.

Bindi and her husband, Powell had their first child together, Steve's first grand kid, a daughter, Grace, March 25, 2021. Back in 2013, Terry and Bindi ended a six year campaign to prevent box site strip mining on the Steve Irwin Wildeye Reserve. In 2019, she, Bindi and Robert began campaigning to overturn legislation that allows harvesting of wild crocodile eggs. Roberts now been on the night show, which made me fail over 10 times, giving a great exposure to his conservation efforts.

The cumulative total of the video season has been viewed over 100 million times. They continue maintaining the zoo, rehabilitating the animals, buying up land, all over to establish wildlife conservation around the world. And that takes us out of this timeline. Good job, soldier. You've made it back. Barely. ...

... ... ... ... ... Steve Irwin, the crock hunter. Not a terribly long life, but such a memorable life. He accomplished so much.

What if a nice, if he accomplished, just a little bit more though, like by transitioning from the crock hunter to the creep hunter like I lived to the beginning of the show, right? What if he was helping catch these dirt bags that we talk about here on Time Sick all the time? God, that'd be the best show ever.

We got cold out here. this dark wooded area, this pocket night because we heard that a male bush feeder is out here. You'll be peeping Tom who locals are worried about becoming a little bit more aggro. Explosive and wankin' these bushes for years. Recently, he started walkin' out and flashin' ladies. So, it was time to take him down. And release him inside a dangerous prison. Have you tell him numerous other inmates that he tried to bugger their mums?

C'mon, there he is. What a beauty. I'm going to distract him with some porn. Don't copy your hustler. I'll let that as a trap. Climb this tree above it. And then when he picks it up, rip up. Listen, I'll jump down the tree on top and rest them to the ground.

Because then you pop the bag over his head a whole time in the van he goes. He's waking in the woods so he's come to an end. I'm Steve Owen, the creeper I'm down. Going dingay on another sicko, bringing some sandals down and down. I'm putting some predator shrimp on the prison bobby. RIPPOP! Oi! I can't! I'll still be in things that people say a lot.

I know it needs work. I know the teagelines for the creep hats that need work, probably a little less dejury due, but maybe something there. All right, so what do we learn today? Besides my Australian accent, probably still needs a lot of work. Stephen Robert Irwin born in 1962 in the suburbs of Melbourne.

His parents still had a level wildlife in him from a young age. He grew up in a house full of reptiles and orphan kangaroos that his parents cared for. Instead of playing with other kids in school, Steve spent a lot of his time catching snakes, lizards exploring the nature around him as an adult to become an animal enthusiast, obsessed, a conservation worker, worldwide celebrity. Steve never had any college degrees, but he did receive quite the education grown up. He grew up studying and caring for animals at his parents' wildlife park. They seem to have taught him everything that they knew, which was a lot.

In 1970s, parents made a decision that would change his life forever. They purchased a small property out in Bihua, right? AKA Hell on Earth populated by death of his comebacks. According to that one angry guy living there. And they turned their initial two acres into a zoo to fund their reptile collecting habits. Steve Irwin grew up in this wildlife parakeet. He and his father went on field trips every week to catch and study reptiles. When he was at the parakeet, he helped his mom rehabilitate injured and orphan baby kangaroos as parents taught him to love and care for all types of wildlife from the cute and the cuddly

to the venomous and the dangerous. Steve's favorite animals were Croxie. Admire these majestic wild apex predators. Steve caught his first crock at just nine years old, using his father's innovative crock management techniques. In the 1980s, Steve and his dad work for the Queensland East Coast Crock Adale Management Program, catching nuisance crocodiles, relocating them.

Soon Steve would become known all over Australia for his innovative crock catching abilities. He loves his time out in the wilderness. Sometimes I'd isolated from civilization, from months on end. In 1991, Steve's life changed again. His parents let him, you know, manage the reptile park all by himself. Steve was now responsible for hundreds of animals. Days later, he meets his wife, Terry, a future conservationist from Eugene, Oregon. They get married 1992, spent their honeymoon filming a crock catching adventure. This documentary would become the first episode of the hit TV show, The Crocodile Hunter, the show would run for 10 years on animal or discoveries, animal planet, and was wildly successful. Steve's enthusiastic personality combined with his close encounters with animals

and educational content was loved by millions across the world. The Steve Irwin brand soon was known everywhere. Steve used his fame to promote wildlife conservation for the animals of the world, especially the dangerous scary animals. Steve and Terry used the money from their show to expand their zoo and purchase hundreds of acres, thousands and thousands of acres for wildlife conservation. At the peak of his success, Steve then died in a freak accident involving a stingray. While filming an ocean documentary with his crew, a startled stingray stabbed him repeatedly in the heart with the venomous barb. Steve died from cardiac arrest within minutes, leaving behind a wife, two young kids, and a legacy of the crocodile hunter in the Australia zoo. Steve everyone is remembered for his contributions to wildlife education,

conservation, as well as his donations to animal charities as Willis Crikey RIPPA. I mean come on every November 15th now Steve Irwin day an international day of recognition of his life and work Terry Bindi Robert continue his work to this day expanding the Australia zoo buying land of wild life across the planet and Steve and death continues to inspire. I'm inspired, right? Put everything you've gotten to what you're passionate about. Try and make every day your best day. Worn off. With the fuck else should be, I gotta stop this stupid act. What else should we be doing? But seriously, very inspiring. And now let's hit those top five takeaways. Time, suck, top five takeaway.

And number one, Steve Irwin was born in the suburbs of Melbourne. But when he was eight, he and his family moved to Hell on Earth, Bihuah, after his parents purchased a plot of land to start a wildlife park. Steve grew up on this, on this park, caring for reptiles and mammals. Steve idolized his father Bob who taught him everything he knew about how to handle and manage dangerous species of wildlife. Number two, Stephen, his father Bob worked for him everything he knew about how to handle and manage dangerous species of wildlife. Number two, Steven as father Bob worked for the East Coast Crocodile Management Program. They pioneered revolutionary crock catching techniques still used today. Bob and Steve were anti-sedation.

They captured crocks by jumping on them, wrestling them, or setting up elaborate traps. They were known across Australia for their skills spent years responding to calls and far north Queensland to catch nuisance saltwater crocodiles. Number three, Steve Irwin took over the wildlife park in 1991. He and his wife Terry renamed it the Australia Zoo in 1992. They spent years building up the park and making it home to hundreds of animals from kangaroos to fresh water crocodiles. Number four, Steve and Terry Irwin filmed their summer 1992 honeymoon

catching crocs and studying wildlife in far North Queensland. And that footage will become the first episode of the Crocodile Hunter Steve's famous TV show. The show ran for over a decade in Australia, then on American TV channel Animal Planet, Steve touched the hearts of millions of people and all across the world, used a show to emphasize his mission statement, education through exciting entertainment. And number five, new info was the crock hunter afraid of anything other than getting married. And the answer is yes.

Steve was the still random terrified of parents first revealed in a 2001 interview with scientific American. He told his interviewer for some reason, parents have to bite me. It's their job. I don't know why that is. They've nearly torn my nose off. I've had some really bad paired bites. Parents make me nervous too. I had beaks too big, but I would rather have a parrot near me than a crocodile.

Crocky the crock on to Steve Owen has been sucked. That was a fun change of pace episode. I hope you liked it. Thanks to the Bad Magic team of pace episode. I hope you liked it. Thanks to the Bad Magic team for helping production. I've been rallying strong recently. Queen of Bad Magic, Lindsey Cummins. Thanks to Logan Keith for fucking doing everything. But for directing, producing today, thanks to Bitelixer for upkeep on the Time Suck app for teaching me some things with trivia and stuff.

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Next week on Time Suck, we're going to dive into a lesser-known cult called conscious development of body, mind, and soul, cult, cult, cult. And it's inigmatic leader, a woman named Terry Hoffman, beginning the 1960s in the Dallas suburbs, Terry, a woman who had grown up and poversed and in an orphanage, a ton of variety of mumbo jumbo from all sorts of esoteric forms and knowledge. Most of it was taken directly from other writers, including the concept of karma, past lives, hidden temples in the astral world, possibly the most strange, the black lord to a responsible for the world's catastrophes.

And must be fought physically by doing strange karate type moves. So that's pretty fucking sweet. Her followers believed in all this shit. One woman, Glenda Goodman, recounting her experience with gushed it Terry and Marcus took Jupiter and Venus by the hand, unlet us to a beautiful glittering house in the purple realm. It was our house. We wanted to show us our home in the purple realm where we go to rest and renew ourselves

after time in the physical. Man, that was a sales pitch for some hallucinogens. I'm fucking sold. And Glenda, along with her husband, David, would soon find themselves in the darkest of mindsets. A dark mindset that would ultimately claim the lives of 11 people in the cult. The vast majority of them were declared suicides.

And Terry Hoffman was never charged for the brainwashing. Many things she was responsible for. Many also think it's not sheer coincidence that in all these deaths, especially two of Terry's husbands, Terry stood the most to benefit financially. As people would take out life insurance policies, surely before randomly dying. And then willing their estates to her. So why was Terry Hoffman ever charged with anything? How did she brainwash her followers? What happened to the many people who mysteriously died around her? All that and more next week on Time Suck and now let's head on over to

this week's Time Sucker updates. Updates, get your time sucker updates. Get your time, sucker of dates. Start with some comedy. Long time sucker, funny sack, Kim Malone, has a Papa John's update. She writes, Better ingredients, better sex, Papa John's. And she included a link to an article on lawoncrime.com

from July 16th with the following headline. X Papa John's employee who killed co-workers and attempted to have sexual intercourse with one of the deceased Sentence to 65 years. Jesus Christ Says a 20-year-old former Papa John's restaurant employee in Indiana received the maximum prison sentence for shooting two of his former co-workers to death And attempting to have sexual intercourse with one of the victims after she was dead Circuit court judge Michael Christofund

Circuit court judge Michael Christopher Christa Fino ordered Jose Benitez Tilly to serve 65 years in prison for shooting and killing Haley Smith 22 and Dustin Carr 37 as they were working the night shift at the restaurant earlier this year under a plea agreement Benitez Tilly agrees to serve to serve to 65-year sentences to run concurrently and prosecutors agreed to drop one count of abuse of the corpse So I had no idea. Some true crime worthy of an episode here in Timezug has actually occurred at a Papa John's while I've been making the Papa John's joke. Well, the headlines come out while I've been making the Papa John's jokes. So thank you, Kim. One more Papa John's update, the suck has a home and at least one of their franchises, better podcasts, better pizza, Papa Lee of Andenburg writes, Hi, I just got to listen to the times like episode about a live, the playing crash knee

and ease. Just want to let you know I was dying laughing the whole time. I work at Papa John's. So all your comments are extra funny to me. So he'd also like to know that we walk around the store now saying, better ingredients, fresher friends and better human flesh, better human flesh, better pizza. Things for making this laugh, I love all the shows you're a killer, or maybe your dad is.

Thank you, Leah. I hope the running gag is still at least getting some smiles at your job. That fucking cracks me up. I hope my jokes haven't ruined the taste of Papa John's view. They made you think about how human flesh when you should be just enjoying the tasty pepperonis. They're probably not made out of human flesh. I don't know, I don't work there.

You do. Maybe they are. Now, from mysterious disappearances update from the mysterious meat sack, this is disturbing from Philip, who is going to share a fucking wild nightmare with us. Philip writes, hey there, master suckety suck sucker, king of fuck, Bojangles bitch, Nimrod's prophet, Lucifina's boy toy, and Any other title I've forgotten to make up. I was listing just 303 mysterious disappearances at work tonight. You brought up this associate of amnesia.

I've experienced something very similar to this, although not quite the same. I thought you may like reading a first person experience, if not, that's cool too. I suffered a lot of injuries as well as a traumatic brain injury, for 10 plus years that put me in a coma. I still have small flashes of memories from when I first woke up and it was terrifying.

I had no idea who I was, I had zero memories. I was in a white room full of machines. Many of them hooked to me in some way. I couldn't understand anything. I was aware of what objects were called but had no idea how I knew that. I had absolutely no past experiences to connect to anything around me.

I didn't know why I was afraid, but I was horrified and helpless and my only instinct was survival. My memory blacks out there, but I'm told that I tried to escape, ended up tripping over my own cables and catheter tubing. Apparently that was painful enough to stop me, and the nurses rustled me back into bed and then called me. Fast forward a bit and I remember being wheeled to a rehabilitation center connected to the hospital. I spent about a month there.

I was told about my accident, but I didn't remember it. In fact, I still remembered nothing before my coma quote, wake up. I was aware of my name now, my birth date. It was just me. My parents were with me. I was aware they were my parents, my brother too. I called them all by their names. I loved them, but felt that I could and felt that I could trust them, but I didn't know

how or why I felt these things. You may have noticed by now that I haven't described myself as knowing anything, even myself at this point. That's because I didn't, I didn't know anything. This was a massive internal struggle that nearly fucked me up and drove me insane. So many questions ran to my mind. Am I even real? Am I brainwashed?

Am I still in a coma? Is my mind trapped inside of a comatose body, and this is what the result is. Maybe I'm dead, a program, nothing felt real. I was so fucked up on intravenous morphine that I couldn't even feel any of the pain that everyone was telling me I was going through either. Broken bones, brain injury, nerve damage, deep-loved face, I did an image search

to find out what that meant by the way, and dear God, I'll never get those images out of my head. I felt nothing, nothing physical. Anyway, my brain was a battlefield. I was constantly fighting down fear, anxiety, the thought of breaking out and running until I couldn't anymore. Maybe my parents weren't my parents. Maybe I was just programmed somehow to think these things and feel safe so that everyone

could use me. Luckily near the end of my month of rehabilitation, my memories began to drip back in slowly, randomly, but consistently. This likely saved me from going insane. This process of memory recovery kind of sped up over time. Sometimes I'd have massive memory dumps into my brain that left me feeling dizzy, nauseated, surreal. Today my memories are mostly restored.

I still have a lot of missing moments from the two-ish years before the accident, but these sometimes flood in suddenly even now. I honestly still remember, or I honestly still wonder at times if I'm still in a coma and still living out my life inside of my head. I don't even know if that's possible, but it's kind of scary to think about. So I try to squash those thoughts quickly

when they surface. This was quite lengthy, so I'm sorry for that, but I hope it was interesting. Oh, it was. I truly appreciate you, your wife, Logan, the community, absolutely everyone that makes bad magic possible. All of you have impacted my life in a massively positive way, much love.

Holy shit Philip, your story is nothing short of terrifying. It made me think of being on too much acid recently, but then add to that like being badly injured, like what if the skin on my face was detached from the skull and so much more and about like what would it feel like to be at the peak of a really intense like like acid high, but then for a whole month instead of a few hours. Whew. Sorry you went through that. Sounds unbelievably awful.

Thank God you're doing some well now. Yeah, sounds like you disappeared from yourself for a while. Amnesia is fucking scary. So crazy. So thank you for sharing that. Man, so glad that you, thank you for sharing that, man. So glad that you were able to come back from all that. And now for one quick update on Peter Nygard, coming from Canadian Super Sucker Mark, who writes,

hey, hey, Lord Nimrod, Mark from Winnipeg again, just spoke to my dad who's 72 years old about Super Cree Peter Nygard. He said, everyone kind of knew Nygard was a creep but he also told me something interesting. Said he once spoke with the Canadian attorney general about I got and apparently way back in 1970 they had lots of info on his creepiness but just didn't think they can make any charges stick how things could have been different if they had

things to get for the great episode mark from Winnipeg Well, thanks for writing it again mark had a couple Winnipeg suckers write in about this. And that is, yeah, that is so unfortunate. They already had a lot of information back in 1970. And we went over, like we knew they had some, but it sounds like he had probably been doing a lot of stuff for years by 1970, you know, but he wouldn't get thrown in jail and not allowed to, you know, leave on bail for literally 50 years.

Like I wonder how far back the info went, like 1969, 1965, when did he commit his first sex crime? Mid-20s, early-20s teens, now he's 81 and only been behind bars for a year and a half. Almost made it. Almost pulled off a very long life of being a super predator and never paying the price for it. Of also living in luxury for almost his entire life. Too bad Steve Irwin, the creep hunter, right? Again, wasn't real and couldn't have nabbed him, right? That'd been greatest. Crikey, Rippah!

Look at the plumage on the head of the strange Canadian pito bird. I'm gonna grab it and rass him to the ground but he put the bagel over his head and throw him into the van. Rippah! Thanks everyone, that's all the messages for this week. Thanks time suckers, I need a net. We all did.

Another bad magic production's podcast is done. Please do not try to raffle any crocs into submission this week. You're not Steve Irwin, it's not your job. You're probably not very good at it. Just focus on continuing to keep on sucking. Crikey! Look at that! Look at that Russian tracksuit! Oh no, it's a chicken teelo! Oh, this is an formidable predator! He's tricky! Arrassel, arrassel these creeps! But this one wrestles back. You really gotta keep an eye out for his limp shamecog. He'll jerk it under his

sweats, but it's very disturbing. He won't hurt you physically, but it weighs you down mentally. What is big deal? So we like to wrestle, I wrestle the creep hunter. I joke so shame talk bother knowing. Are you bothering me mate? You fucking cunt. You're rassy, you're dead, you're putting a cage, you're putting your misery in my friend. What the fuck am I doing?

She put you at the misery, my friend. What the fuck am I doing?