A week later and I am again trudging into the same area as the privious article and I see these guys enroute great highlight for the trip. There is no need to shoot and I manage to get my pack off my back and rummage through my gear for my camera and still get this footage

Mother and son late in the morning..Great to see
It was just the spiker at first but by the time I retrieved the “soul snatcher” Mumsy had joined him. After an eternity she finally barks a couple of times and is offski with jnr. in pursuit.
Great! I thought what a way to start a new day. I followed the chopper around until it topped the ridge I was sitting on and the pilot casually lifted a hand in recognition has he sped away and although seeing me continued to hunt his way over the ground I had already covered. I know what I would like to do with that arm of yours I muttered darkly to myself and there wouldn’t be much showing out of your arse when I had finished either. That is exactly the respect they show for you…a big fat zilcho. I felt deflated and my heart was torn out. I had no further interest in the day. He had spoilt it to the core. He had stained the fresh canvass with his av gas slipstream and I decided I had already had enough of what was up until then a day full of promise. I trudged back to my tent packed up and was on the point of leaving when the same machine was flying out with four carcasses hanging below the skids.
Footnote; It is still very possible to hunt animals that a chopper will miss but the point I am making is that the machine off and on can be heard all day long and really destroys the point of being there. I could have shot the animals I had seen earlier if it was only killing that was on my mind.
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