I think Sr. Angelo taught you rightly.

One day when my kids and I were just getting home from hunting, a military chopper came and hovered over the truck, about 50 feet up. Made a fierce racket. Could see the guys looking down at us.

I clambered out, and so did the boys. The guys in the chopper didn't say anything, or make any signs I could see. They just hovered there for more than a minute.

Well, nothing for it. We needed to get the firearms cleaned up, so I grabbed my double barrel shotgun, and told the boys to get their rifles.

Wouldn't you know it, those guys in the chopper decided to be somewhere else right away.

Dunno to this day what they wanted.