For those of you who knew i was away doing a spot of flying, managed to put about 1500 head together in a couple of days, in one of the paddocks i was flying in, was in the hills and through those hills was a main powerline, and it at one point has a span of about 500 mts between two hills, about 200' above the trees in the middle of the span,(and yes you guessed it there was cattle under it every where) this particular power line has claimed a R22 about 10 yrs ago killing two guys on board, luckily for me there was a guy there Wednesday who had the job of find those poor buggers that day, he told me exactely where it went from and to, and can i say it is no wonder that the line claimed the R22 that day, man after it leaves the poles i could see the wire for about 20' then it dissapeared into the background, leaves a very eiry feelin in the pit of your stomach as your working any where around it.
The point of this post is to say that please if your anywhere in strange unfamilar country please stay high, these things are bloody leathel, i feel more at home trimming the tops of trees with my rotors, than trying to find a power line that i KNOW is there....