Yeah, I went all sweaty and pale, but managed to avoid the chuck.

I can't describe how happy I'd be if they find some Tassie Tigers still bangin' around in the bush down there in Taswegia, but I'm not holding my breath. That guy is obviously full of **** because Thylacines don't smell. The definitive bible on the subject is 'The Last Tasmanian Tiger', by Robert Paddle. It's a bit dry and scientific, but insanely detailled.

Wow, how cool are Indexes - "Some olfactors have described the thylacine as posessing a clean animal smell, like that of a horse (Wainwright, 1970), wallaby (Cooper, 1970) or dog." Different story in captivity though.