Lined with memorabilia of a thousand lives the old pub stands waiting for its daily patrons and always welcome drop ins on the edge of a dry dusty outback road. The bar mans face equally lined with a thousand memories, stories he shares with those who sit upon his bar stools for a long cold beer and a friendly chat.
Weary travellers, drought broken farmers, coal blackened miners, long ridden drovers and sweaty sheep shearers have all sat down at his bar. Pretty Jill-a-roos and long retired railway workers, cattle cockies, spruiking politicians and dole bludging layabouts side by side along this old wooden bar. All welcome at Rudd's Pub.