Having knocked back a lift outside Grafton from a guy in a clapped-up ute with a barking dog on the front seat, I had to wait two hours for a ride to Glen Innes.
Karma? Perhaps. But I had a bad feeling about the bloke.
Jesse Johansen finally pulled over for me. At 22 he's a knockabout type who has worked in the mines recently but now drives trucks for a feed lot in Texas.
He has "no fixed abode" there. He sleeps in a swag and eats home-cooked-meals prepared by an old lady in town. The swag lifestyle is helping him save money to buy some acreage.
We got talking about guns, which led to Jesse telling me why he couldn't join the army, despite sorely wanting to...