In North Queensland I owned a fairly large property near a main road. I had a dam in one of the lower paddocks where I had planted mango and avocado trees. The dam was nearly always full & I had also placed some picnic tables placed there in the shade of the fruit trees, it was a beautiful spot.
One afternoon I decided to go down to the dam to look it over, as I hadn't been there for a while. I grabbed a ten litre bucket to bring back some fruit. As I neared the dam, I heard voices shouting and laughing with glee. As I came closer I saw it was a bunch of young women (most likely back-packers) skinny-dipping in my dam. I made the women aware of my presence and they all went to the deep end.
One of the women shouted to me, 'We're not coming out until you leave!' I frowned, 'I didn't come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the dam naked.' Holding up the bucket, I said, . . 'I'm here to feed the crocodile.'
Moral: Old men may walk slow, but they can still think fast.
