Scott Morrow and his Venturer unit take a canyoning trip that pits the youths against raging elements and forces them to make a life and death decision nobody wants.

The actions of the deft teenager unite a nation behind him with the Prime Minister sending army commandos and a Blackhawk helicopter to make a daring rescue attempt to save Scott and his injured mate.

Hundreds of Rovers join the race to help save Scott, the boy who brought them to national prominence and gave the Australian community a new force in rescue management.

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ISBN: 978-1-921406-76-8
Format: Ebook
Number of pages: 129
Genre: Fiction

By the same author:
Only the Brave Dare


Author: Christopher J. Holcroft
Imprint: Poseidon
Publisher: Poseidon Books
Date Published:  2008
Language: English


About the author


Christopher Holcroft’s background is in communications, media training, complex public information planning and implementation, effective design of major community relations projects and journalism.

Since 1974, Christopher has been an active member of the Army Reserve. Christopher’s deployments have included Bougainville onboard HMAS Tobruk in 1999 to instruct members of the United Nations-sponsored Peace Monitoring Group. In 2001 he acted as the Senior Military Public Affairs Adviser in East Timor for the Australian National Command Element of the United Nations Transitional Authority East Timor (UNTAET).

In 2006, Christopher was appointed the Senior Military Public Affairs Officer for the Middle East and was based in Baghdad, Iraq. He worked for the Australian Headquarters of Joint Task Force 633.

Christopher was awarded the Reserve Forces Decoration (RFD) in 1998 and the Australian Active Service Medal for his tour of duty to East Timor, in 2001. He was presented with the Iraq Campaign Medal, the Australian Defence Medal and the Iraq Campaign Clasp to the Australian Active Service Medal in 2006. Christopher was also part of a unit citation to the Joint Public Affairs Unit by the Chief of the Defence Force.

For more than thirty years, Christopher has been involved in scouting and has run Venturer Scout units for youths aged 14 to 18 in both Victoria and New South Wales. He was instrumental in bringing to life the annual Dragon Skin competition. Dragon Skin is the largest competition camp held in Australia and the South Pacific for Venturers and Ranger Guides at Easter, with more than 1,200 people participating from Australia and overseas.

Christopher holds a Masters degree in Organisational Communication from Charles Sturt University and a Bachelor of Arts degree from the University of Technology, Sydney, where he majored in Journalism and Communications Technology. He is also a Justice of the Peace.

He is married to Yvonne and the couple have three sons. Both Yvonne and Christopher enjoy outdoor recreational activities including camping, abseiling and scuba diving.



Slowly William inched his way backwards on the rock shelf. The BlueWater rope ran tightly through his abseil rack. The teenager slid the rope protector in place to stop the rope abrading on the edge of the rock face. He shifted his legs shoulder-width apart and leant backwards.

            His right hand held the rope under his bottom and his left hand was forward of the metal abseiling rack around the rope. William took up the slack in the rope and stepped down to the first level. He moved his feet together and overbalanced, sending him into a mini free fall.

            “Got you!” Scott yelled from the bottom of the cliff as he tightened his grip on William’s abseil rope and leant backwards. Scott ‘married’ the end of the rope with the main part of the abseil rope and tightened his grip. He was belaying William when he saw his mate slip. His quick action in tightening the abseil rope averted a possible major problem. The youth’s action locked the rope in William’s abseil gear and prevented him from moving down the rope.

            “William! Open your legs shoulder-width apart again and lean back,” Scott said. “I’ll lower you back on the cliff.” Scott then eased back on the rope to allow more slack and to enable William to take control.

            “Thanks Scott. I misjudged my footing.”

            Scott watched William intently and allowed him free play with the rope. William sat on his haunches, corrected his position and then kicked out from the cliff. The movement sent the teenager out and down in a controlled abseil. The sound, ‘clunk, clunk’ of heavy boots hitting the ground echoed at the base of the cliff as William landed. Scott dropped his part of the rope to allow William more slack to feed through his abseil equipment.

            “Of course you know I was only testing you up there,” William said with a cheesy grin.

            “Of course, I’m the official unit tester when I belay.”

            William divested himself of the rope and his equipment and walked over to Scott. He picked up the rope and curled it around his waist and married the ends. It was an automatic gesture as each of the boys in the Venturer unit took turns in belaying after abseiling.

            “Who’s next?” Scott asked.

            “Peter’s up next, followed by Mark and Ian,” William said as he craned his neck upwards to see if Peter had started to hook onto the rope.

            “I’ll head on up,” Scott said. “I’ll also ask Mike if he’s willing to let us do some face first or Geneva today.”

            “Good on you Scott. We haven’t done any of that for some time. Cheers.”

            Scott made his way across the neatly mown sportsground and climbed the hilly embankment. The abseil area was on top of a former rock quarry, long since abandoned. The quarry itself had been flattened out and public tennis courts and a carpark had been built. The local council knew Venturer units and other groups used the quarry for adventurous activity but did nothing to hamper them. A series of homes backed onto the top of the quarry.

            Scott turned the corner and saw Mike, his Venturer leader, talking with one of the Venturers, explaining to him how to adjust his harness. Mike was an Army Reserve captain who loved being involved with youth when he was not in the army.

            “Good one Scott,” Mike said without looking up. “That was a good save with William.”

            Scott was slightly taken back. ‘Does this man miss anything?’ he thought.

            “No problems. Will just lost his footing for a moment. Well, actually, he was just testing me,” Scott said with a smirk on his face.

            “Sure he was ... now, I bet he wants to do forward Geneva? Would I be right?”

            “Actually, I was going to ask if we could do some forward Geneva,” Scott said.

            “Once Ian has gone down we’ll start the face-first jumps. I want to ensure everyone has had at least one jump backwards before we do any forwards work.”

            “Okay. I’ll let the others know,” Scott said as he continued walking towards the other Venturers.

            Scott joined in with the other boys as they discussed abseil options and the thrill of running face first down the cliff.

            “It wrenches your gut but is sheer exhilaration,” Ian said.

            “Yes. But if you don’t keep running you pay for it next day with a sore stomach,” Peter chimed in.

Mike had finished adjusting the new Venturer’s abseil harness and walked over to the rest of the boys. He was proud of the way they listened to instruction and heeded advice. A month ago, Mike had arranged for his Venturer unit to visit some Army Reserve commandos and for them to instruct the boys on the finer points of rappelling – or abseiling. This included forward Geneva. The commandos generally rappelled down a cliff to get to their enemy quickly. However, the soldiers also carried weapons, wore webbing and had loads of special equipment. Mostly, the boys would be lucky to even carry backpacks on an abseil.

            “Once we have all done forward Geneva it will be time to concentrate on our rescues again,” Mike said. “In a few months time we’ve got the canyoning trip over the long weekend and I want to ensure you are all up to speed.”

            Ian shifted in his stance. “If most of us know how to rescue, what’s the issue?” he asked as he lifted his right hand to shield his eyes from the sun.

            Mike looked at him but redirected the question. “Who can help Ian here?”

            “If anyone has a problem on the rope in the canyon it will be a major rescue effort to get people out,” Peter said. “What if you were second last and hit your head on the way down? You really would want the last person to know how to rescue you, wouldn’t you?”

            Ian looked at Peter. He quickly realised the error of what he had said.

            “Maybe it’s time to tell you about the teenage boy who died at Julia Falls,” Mike said. “Tell Will to join us, Peter.”

            The boys waited for Will to climb the small hill and work his way around the top of the cliff to join them.

            “Grab a seat and have a listen and you’ll understand why I’ve pushed for a lot of extra training for you both abseiling with the commandos and here.” The boys knew when Mike talked like this he was out to try and protect them. “Two Venturer-age boys went to a large set of waterfalls called Julia Falls for some abseiling,” Mike said.

            “The falls are in the Blue Mountains area west of Sydney and they are surrounded by pretty rugged terrain. The boys had to abseil down three faces before the river opened out into a wide, flat rocky area. It ended abruptly at Julia Falls which had a drop the equivalent of a 25-storey building.

            “One of the boys threw the rope over the falls after securing one end. Both looked over the edge and thought they saw the rope reaching the bottom. Instead, it was knotted about 12 metres down under a small ledge. One of the boys went over the edge and started abseiling but he became caught up in the rope knot. He did not know how to tie off, disentangle himself and continue. Also, he didn’t know how to climb back up the cliff to safety.”

            The boys uttered not a word as they sat attentively listening to Mike. He continued. “When the boy became stuck it sent the other one into a panic as he could not pull his mate up the cliff and over the edge for safety.”

            Ian couldn’t hang on any longer. “Why couldn’t the boy on top use some karabiners like a pulley and haul his mate up over the edge?”

            “When you become unconscious or die, the weight on the rope is extreme. There was just no way physically the boy on top could pull his mate up. He needed winches, pulleys and a lot of engineering-type experience to bring it all together.

            “The boys neither had the experience nor the equipment to effect any major rescue. So, the stuck boy just sat there tangled next to the waterfall with water spray constantly blowing onto him from the chilly winds that occasionally whip through the valley. The second boy went back for help but this took several hours to climb out where he could raise the alarm. Then it took several hours for rescuers to reach the stuck boy. The second boy was dead when rescuers arrived,” Mike said.

            “What did he die of?” Scott asked.

            “He died of hyperthermia when the constant spray of the water and wind chill from the valley cooled his body to the point where it killed him,” Mike said, his voice had a noticeable change in it.

            “Couldn’t the boy on top use his mobile phone to call for help?”

            “No. This accident happened before mobiles were really in fashion. Even still, with today’s technology, we still have problems getting emergency services to help us when we have misadventure. It’s not that they won’t help, it’s just a lack of proper coordination on our part. As a youth organisation we need to be able to share information to properly identify who is to be rescued, exactly what maps people use, their escape routes and so on.

            “My aim is to ensure you can enjoy the challenges of the activity you choose to do and that if anything happens to you, you are self-reliant enough to get out of most problems or, you can get your mate out.”

            There was a noticeable few seconds of quiet as Mike’s words sunk in for each boy. Scott particularly, listened intently. He was always hearing from his father of people being rescued and their lack of preparedness. Scott’s father Allan would hear about various rescues from other police officers, he would then tell his wife Kelly when he got home.

            “We’ll be going near Julia Falls for our canyoning weekend away, so we need to be prepared,” Mike said.

            Peter looked at the other Venturers and took the initiative. “Okay, we’ve heard our story for the day. It is a true one and it shows why we must train hard – so we can play hard, as our commando friends kept reminding us,” Peter said. “Who’s next?” he continued as he stood up.

            A huge grin came over Ian’s face. “Actually, Mr Chairman, you are,” he said.

            The rest of the boys laughed as they stood up, ready to resume their abseiling. The preparation for the canyoning trip also included some days of basic rockclimbing for the Venturers. Their expertise in rope handling, rope calls and descent were now noticeable.

            Instead of a verbal remonstration from each other if there was a problem, a mere look from any affected Venturer to his mate sufficed.


On one Thursday night meeting the unit went indoor rockclimbing to hone their skills. Mike motioned to Peter as the pair watched most of the boys in the unit try the various climbing routes on the man-made walls.

            “There is now calm among the boys and an expectation to perform at a high level,” Mike said.

            “Yes. They have come a long way in a short time. But then again, not every Venturer unit can call on the commandos for extra tuition.”

            Mike looked Peter straight in the eye. “A lot of the commandos were former Venturers, which is why they were also keen to help out in their spare time,” Mike said. “Who knows? Maybe someone from our unit may want to take the challenge of going for a green beret and becoming a commando themselves one day.”

            Peter smiled. “You weren’t intentionally recruiting for the Army Reserve were you?” he asked.

            “No. I was just introducing a new dimension of service to the community and thoughts about possible career lines. It would be wrong for me to push the boys into the army ... but not wrong to expose them to it!”

            Peter recounted the excitement and thrill the Venturers had felt when they visited the commandos at their army base south of Sydney. He remembered the boys were particularly thrilled not only to abseil the special abseil wall but also try out the Blackhawk helicopter simulator and crawl over the mock helicopter shell set up in a special warehouse-type building.

            “Abseiling is great, but I bet you can’t replace the thrill of the Blackhawk,” Peter asked Mike.

            “No. The army ‘air taxi’ has an adrenalin rush all of its own. Hopefully, you’ll never have to fly in one for real.”


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