Just come back from a few days in the Canterbury foothills feeling pretty pissed off..
After a rather long day/night we set off in the am on the last climb up to a face of interest to us, only to have a dark blue R44(?) no numbers or writing, come roaring over the ridge, hover above the face as they watched the animal run for the bush then buzzed down the valley and over the next ridge..
Obviously leaving us PISSED! But also wondering what the hell they were up to?
Scouting for animals?
Pre WARO run to check numbers?
Joy riding?
or just out to ruin our hunt as thats how it felt...
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