The Legend of the Morangup Dropbear

Chapter 1: A Whisper in the Bush

On still nights, when the wind weaves ghostly tales through the marri trees, a hushed warning passes between Morangup’s old-timers. A shadow lurks in the bush—one that moves with unnatural silence. Not a kangaroo, not a dingo, but something older… something wilder.

Some call it the Morangup Dropbear, a beast far larger than its distant cousin, the koala. It watches from the gum branches, its fangs gleaming in the moonlight, waiting for an unwary soul to stray beneath its perch. Is it real? Or just another story whispered to newcomers? Those who have heard the growl in the night aren’t so sure.

New to Morangup? Be sure to read the resident’s guide before venturing too far into the bush.

Chapter 2: Origins of the Dropbear

The elders tell of a time before maps, before fences, when the land stretched wild and untamed. The dropbear, they say, was once a guardian of the deep bush, its eyes burning like embers in the dark. Some believe it descends from creatures long forgotten, while others suspect it was drawn to Morangup’s unique wilderness, feeding on the very spirit of the untamed land.

Could the Morangup Dropbear be linked to environmental changes and what do they eat? Here is a comprehensive list of native plants found in the Morangup region that might offer clues. Native Plants

Legends speak of lone travelers who strayed too far, only to feel the weight of unseen eyes upon them. The lucky ones made it home with nothing but a sense of unease. Others—well, let’s just say their absence fuels the town’s whispered warnings.

What other local mysteries does Morangup hide? Find out in the community gossip.

Chapter 3: The Dropbear's Hunting Grounds

Though few claim to have seen the beast and lived to tell the tale, there are places whispered to be its favored haunts. The old trails beyond the ridge, where the trees grow too close together. The dry creek bed where strange claw marks have been found. And, most chillingly, the forgotten homestead, where a lone chimney still stands, a silent witness to something long past.

Some say it hunts by scent, drawn to the unwary, the overconfident. A ranger once claimed that covering yourself in eucalyptus oil could deter it—though no one has ever been brave enough to test that theory.

Thinking of exploring Morangup’s wilder side? Read about the hidden dangers first in our local threats guide.

Chapter 4: A Warning to the Unwary

Whether the Morangup Dropbear is a relic of the past or a myth kept alive by cautious locals, one thing is certain—the bush at night is no place to wander alone.

So next time you hear an eerie rustle in the branches, a low growl carried by the wind… take a step back. Because in Morangup, some legends are best left undisturbed.

Want to hear more about Morangup’s secrets? Join the discussion in the Morangup Residents Group.