Boots And Bridles

Every horse-mad girl dreams of finding adventure on an outback station. Michael Sheather meets up with the women who are turning that dream into reality at jillaroo school.

- Michael Sheather

You can hear the girls long before you see them. Whooping and hollering from their saddles like veteran outback cowboys, Julia, Cynthia, Feya, Samira, Josephine and Alyssa are hidden from sight behind the lip of a craggy ridge, taking the lead to guide a herd of Black Angus cattle along a heavily timbered and precariously sloping bush track. They are driving their charges to a cattle yard on a property in the remote hill country outside Tamworth in NSW. And the sounds filling the air are of pure joy.

It’s mid afternoon and desperately dry and hot. The paddocks on the lower slopes of the 518-hectare property, Leconfield, are parched by a drought that holds the country in a vice-like grip. Thick red dust rises in clouds around the girls as they crest the ridge, waving their hats and scarves like the banners of an approaching army. Beneath their throaty yells, the deep and constant lowing from 50 head of cattle beats a rhythmic accompaniment.

Each young woman guides her horse with a deft combination of gentle lead work and pressure from the knees, first one way then the other as together they top the ridge and carefully negotiate their way down a rock-strewn slope.

“Get around, get around,” bellows Samira, 25, in a prominent Dutch accent.

“Up, up, keep it up – keep ’em on the high side of the track or we’ll start to lose them,” says German-born Cynthia, 24.

“Heeyah, get on there, get ’em up ... come on,” yells Alyssa, a 23-year-old student teacher from Melbourne.