MY FIRST ROAR HUNT

Suddenly he asked me “Would you like to go hunting in Marlborough and fly in a chopper?” I said ‘yes’ immediately. The wait to go hunting in the roar was over. Dad contacted the school to let them know that I would be away for a few days – and that I was gaining some outdoor education – which they said was fine.

Before I knew it, school was over and I was packing my bag while I waited for Granddad and my cousin Will Inglis, to arrive at our place. As soon as we had packed everything into the ute, we were off from Nelson. After almost two hours of driving, we ended up at the hangar and saw the chopper, a red Robinson R44. Not long