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Stingray kills Steve Irwin

By Luke McIlveen

September 04, 2006 12:00

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CROCODILE Hunter Steve Irwin died after a stringray barb caught him in the chest with the deadly impact of a bayonet.

The 44-year-old international TV star was swimming off the Low Isles at Port Douglas filming an underwater documentary when the incident happened.

Ambulance officers received a call to a reef fatality this morning at Batt Reef. The Queensland Ambulance Service said the call was received about 11am and an emergency services helicopter was flown to the boat with a doctor and emergency services paramedic on board.

Irwin had a puncture wound to the left side of his chest and he was pronounced dead at the scene.

The doctor called in to treat Steve Irwin said his death after being struck by a stingray barb was ``highly unusual''.

Ed O'Loughlin was aboard the Emergency Management Queensland Helicopter which was called to the incident.

Dr O'Loughlin said he had worked in north Queensland for several months and in Perth prior to that and had not come across a death from a stingray before.

``It would be highly unusual for a stingray to cause this type of injury,'' Dr O'Loughlin said.

Irwin, 44, was being given CPR at Low Isles as the helicopter arrived less than one hour after the incident but Dr O'Loughlin said nothing could be done to save him.

``It became clear fairly soon that he had non-survivable injuries,'' Dr O'Loughlin said.

``He had a penetrating injury to the left front of his chest.''

``He had lost his pulse and wasn't breathing.''

Dr O'Loughlin said it appeared Mr Irwin had suffered a ``form of cardiac arrest'' but a post-mortem examination would be conducted in Cairns.

Wildlife filmmaker David Ireland said the barb would have been as deadly as a rifle bayonet driven into one of his vital organs.

Mr Ireland, sometimes referred to as "the original crocodile man'' and a world-renowned wildlife cameraman and film producer, said he was shocked and saddened to hear of Mr Irwin's death.

Mr Ireland said while he had never met his fellow wildlife movie maker, they had a mutual respect which was shared among the handful of people in the world who worked "close up'' with wild animals. "hat happened today is just an absolute shock,'' a shaken Mr Ireland said.

"Working with (wild animals) the way the way we do things can go very wrong.''

Describing stingrays, he added: "They are very dangerous. They have one or two barbs in the tails which are not only coated in toxic material but are also like a bayonet, like a bayonet on a rifle.

"If it hits any vital organs it's as deadly as a bayonet.''

Irwin leaves his wife Terri and young children Bob and and Bindi.

His wife, who was trekking on Cradle Mountain in Tasmania, was told by emergency services of her husband's death.

The blonde star of Crocodile Hunter, who made khaki shorts and boots his uniform all year round, was an Australian icon.

But his reptile wrestling antics thrilled overseas audiences even more and he became a fixture on US television in the past decade.

The son of naturalists Bob and Lyn Irwin, Steve learned to live with dangerous reptiles from a young age at the family’s Queensland Reptile and Fauna Park.

He opened his own Australia Zoo in Queensland in 1991, leading him to record the hugely popular Crocodile Hunter the following year.

His catchcry of “Crikey!” brought the unfashionable Aussie phrase back into vogue.

Irwin’s work had a serious side. He was recently made the face of Australia’s quarantine laws and appeared in TV advertisements urging travellers not to endanger Australia’s unique flora and fauna by bringing in foreign specimens.

For all his love of animals, Irwin’s first duty was to his US-born wife, Terri Reines, who appeared by his side from the very first episode of the Crocodile Hunter. In 1998, their daughter Bindi Sue was born and drafted straight into the family business.

A son, Robert Clarence, was born in 2003 and Irwin made world headlines - and suffered a dent on his popularity - when he carried the baby boy with him whilst hand-feeding crocodiles, leading critics to accuse him of neglect.

In a sign that Irwin’s popularity had outgrown Australia, he went on US network NBS to apologise for taking Bob into the crocodile enclosure.

"If I could relive Friday, mate, I'd go surfing,'' he said. "But I can't go back to Friday ... but you know what, mate?

"Don't think for one second I would ever endanger my babies, mate, because they're the most important thing in my life, just like I was with my mum and dad.''`

Queensland Premier Peter Beattie came to Irwin’s defence, claiming he had done more to promote Queensland in modern times than anyone.

"He has been one of the best ambassadors for Queensland in the modern era,'' Mr Beattie said. "He is known internationally and has been a fantastic advocate.''

Irwin came under fire again in June 2004, when he was accused of getting too close to whales in the Antarctica during filming.

"It's a huge vendetta,'' said Irwin, speaking at his wildlife park in Queensland. "It's a massive agenda not by one or two people but by countless millions of people who support the wearing (of leather) and the sustainable use of wildlife and killing whales.''

This is my sword

How was the PARTY

Well here I am sitting at the computer listening to Barlow Girl writing about nothing. Here’s a poem I found in a book that’s rather good:

These are the stones in foundation,

And they were laid many years ago;

And on these stones was built a mighty nation;

Take them away and down it goes.

There is God and in him we trust;

His word is true and His ways are just;

In His hand is the heart of the King;

We ask Him before we o anything.

When fire of lust are never quenched,

Death is final consequence;

Heaven’s real and hell is hot;

Right is right and wrong is not.

There is a God, in Him we trust:

His Word is True and his ways are just;

And when all is said and done,

He’ll want to know what we did with His Son.

Other than this I can’t think of anything to say, I would write about my first impressions of all my friends but I don’t even remember that far back. But I do remember my First Impression of Bree and Brandon so I’ll write that here it goes.

Briana and Brandon:

When I first saw Bree and Brandon it was at the white elephant party I was inside playing some game with Dr. Fearing at the table and I look up and there they were. I can’t remember if Brandon had an Afro at that time or not but he is one of those types of people who you only glance at and you know their cool, well he was defiantly one of those people. And then wam I noticed Bree and thought to myself YO who’s the girl was with the cool long black hair. Well I don’t think I even talk to Bree or Brandon until the presents where being handing out and I sat by my brother who was sitting by them and we talked, and as Even would have put it (we Cackled amongst our self’s). And to this day we have all been PURDY good friends excluding a few incidents (Winter camp and Basket ball) when I thought Bree was going to shred me, she acutely let me live and that proves she is awesome, and she doesn’t retain a grudge I think WAIT NOOOO PLEASEEEEE NOOOOOOOOO AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Thus DIE all people who offend me in any and every way! hahahahahahaha

BOOM

Three boys huddled over an object they had been working on for the past two weeks, they gleefully converse amongst them self’s for today was the day they would get to see there hard work blown away. It took about thirty minutes to set the device of connection but after the long time it took to assemble the device it seemed like nothing. After all of this was done there was a slight pause as the three looked up, they all had the same question on their minds (what should we annihilate) the chicken coop, the burn barrel, or just merely place a nice hole into the ground. Now you can see their predicament for all of the options would be more than adequate for the desired affect, but after a hasty decision they decided on the chicken coop. It would serve especially well because it not only was old but it was not being used and was “going to come down any way” it a few months, so why not “help it a little”. They hauled the device into the chicken coop and set it for discharge, then carefully inspected it to make sure it would work. When all was given the O.K they filed out and made a beeline for the BIG 2 inch thick panel they had previously set up. Now was the big moment they had all been waiting for, carefully peeking over the panel one of the boys produced a plastic gun looking gadget with a trigger and pointed it at the coop and pulled the trigger. What followed surpassed all the expectations of the boys, CRACK BOOOOOMMMM SWISSSSSHHHHH, AND SCORCHING HEAT where just a few of the things that came forth from the great reddish orange ball of fire that mush roomed about 20 feet it to the afternoon sky blowing the roof and walls away. When all the heat and smoke had cleared the boy’s cautiously crawled out from behind their panel and examined the remains of the chicken coop, which to put it bluntly was not much. AH, WOW, COOL, AWSOME and DUDE where the only word that could be said for about two minutes. Then the breathtaking monument was shattered by a familiar voice “BOYYYSSS what was tha….. She stopped short of her sentence as she examined my/are handy work. Crumpled tin and smoldering wood lay everywhere, all the boys got out of this breathtaking experience was blisters and burns from spending the rest of the nice day cleaning up the mess. So next time you do something think about the consequences.

HELP ME!

Any suggestions on what I should go to the costume party as?

Concrete Girl


Bleeding thoughts
Cracking boulder
Don't fall over
Fake your laughter
Burn the tear
Sing it louder,
Twist and shout

Way up here
We stand on shoulders
Growing colder
Laugh or cry
I won't mind
Sing it louder,
Twist and shout

Immovable shadows
Concrete girl
They'll rock your world
To nothing
And they're swimming
Around again, again
And they're swimming
Around again, again
And they're swimming
Around the concrete girl

Catch your breath
Like four leaf clover
Hand it over

Scream to no one
Take your time
Sing it louder,
Twist and shout

Nothing to run from
Is worse than something
And all your fears
Of nothing
And they're swimming around
Again, again
And they're swimming around
The concrete girl

Concrete girl
Don't fall down
In this broken world
Around you
Concrete girl
Don't fall down
Don't fall down
My cocnrete girl

Don't stop thinking
Don't stop feeling

One step away
From where we were
And one step back
To nothing
And we're standing on top
Of our hopes and fears
And we're fighting for words now
Concrete girl
And we're swimming around
Again, again
And we're swimming around now
Concrete girl

If the unexpected where expected then would the expected be unexpected?

That’s just something to think about.

I’M BACK

This is what my days where like from sun up to sun down:

5:30-Get up

5:40-6:30- PT (Bench press 100lb-12times 60 sit-ups 25 push-ups)

6:30-7:30-Breakfast

7:30-8:00-Free time

8:00-12:00-Classes

12:00-1:00-Lunch

1:15-5:00-Classes

5:00-6:00-Dinner

6:15-9:00-Classes

9:00-10:00-Free time

10:00-lights out (all showers and any other stuff must be done before hand)

Now repeat this every day for two weeks, and trust me it gets old fairly fast.

Measure thy life by loss instead of gain,
Not by the wine drunk but by the wine poured forth;
For love's strength standeth in life's sacrifice;
And whoso suffers most hath most to give.

For all through life I see a cross,
Where sons of god yield up their breath;
There is no gain except by loss,
There is no life except by death;
There is no vision but by faith,
No glory but in bearing shame,
No justice but in taking blame;
And that Eternal Passion saith
Be emptied of glory and right and name.

A pilgrim once, so runs an ancient tale,

Old, worn, and spent, crept down a shadowed vale,

On either hand rose mountains bleak and high;

Chill was the gusty air, and dark the sky;

The path was rugged, and his feet were bare;

His faded cheek was seamed by pain and care;

His heavy eyes upon the ground were cast,

And every step seemed feebler than the last.

The valley ended where a naked rock

Rose sheer from earth to heaven, as if to mock

The Pilgrim who had crept that toilsome way;

But while his dim and weary eyes essay

To find an outlet in the mountain side,

A ponderous sculptured door he spied,

And, tottering toward it with fast failing breath,

Above the portal read, ”The Gate Of Death.”

He could not stay his feet that led thereto;

It yielded to his touch, and passing through,

He came into a world all bright and fair;

Blue were the heavens, and balmy was the air;

And lo! the blood of youth was in his veins,

And he was clad in robes that held no stains

Of his long pilgrimage. Amazed, he turned;

Behold! A golden door behind him burned

In that fair sunlight, and his wondering eyes,

Now lusterful and clear as those new skies,

Free from the mists of age, of care, of strife.

Above the portal read, ”The Gate Of Life.”