Bare Bushwalkers

Recently Dr.T heard a tale of a chap who decided to walk with a club that wasn't YHA. A day walk not too far from Melbourne, into the bush and before long it's time for morning tea. After a quick break it was time to move on, but before moving, most of the party, without a word said between them, stripped down to nothing more than their boots and socks, then headed off into the bush undeterred by the scrub. Our embarrassed friend followed at a discreet distance behind....