Not to be mistaken for plain old polo, polocrosse is perhaps the mongrel version of the regal game. The difference, so it was explained to me by a very knowledgeable lass (that's her in the last three photos), is that at polo you eat caviar and drink Moet while at polocrosse you eat salt 'n' vinegar chips and drink rum...
I'd watched polocrosse from a distance, sitting up in the grandstand at the
Sydney Royal Easter Show, but I had never been up close, nor had I been to a fair dinkum country carnival so it was certainly an experience, arriving at the Euberta showground to be met by a scene of chopped up fields ringed by horse floats, trucks and pillars of light blue smoke from the many camp fires rising slowly into an overcast sky with the thundering of hooves and vocal, tongue-in-cheek jeers...
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| Under leaden skies two players battle for the ball |
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| Players look on as their team vie for possession |
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| The agility of the rider and horse is nothing short of impressive! |
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| Shooting for goal |
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| BYO toy ute and John Deere excavator... |
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| Watching for the throw in |
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| Charging down the field, hooves thundering on the turf |
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| A mammoth hit dislodges the ball from an opponents racket |
If you want to know more about polocrosse or are interested in finding your closest club, check out the Polocrosse Association of NSW's
homepage.
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