Graphic: RFDS flight nurse jacinta
It was a typical warm and sunny late spring afternoon near Mount Isa. Jacinta and her crew had been called out to a cattle station, with news that a station hand had crashed his quad bike.
They weren’t sure what they were about to find. It wasn’t like getting lost in the city. Old mate was a long way from anywhere, no one knew exactly where he was and the sun was about to call it a day.
“We were on the back of the ute and I remember the bugs coming towards us in the headlights, hitting us in the face,” she says. Funny, the things you remember in a crisis.