Someone Else Among the Tall Trees - Just Hard to See

We had noticed that helicopters whirred above us quite often since our arrival on Cortes. We thought of a number of reasons why they might, but only 2 made sense: chicken rustlers and grow-op finders. This is, after all, British Columbia where both abound. As there had been no overt attempts to abduct Shelley and Egbert of which we were aware, weed in the woods, ganja in the greenery, pot in the pines and dope in the deciduous is/are the best we could come up with. Turns out, we were prescient.
This story comes third hand so its details are debatable, but the core event did take place. The names have been expunged to protect the innocent. That and I don't know any of the names. Because neither of us was there, license to embellish is granted.
People often put nylon netting around parts of their property. It's less expensive than a fixed fence and portable. It's probably less traumatic for deer and other wildlife to bump into, too. That's what this barrier keeps out. You can guess what it keeps in.
An islander who employs nylon fencing, miles of nylon fencing, approached a neighbor one day with a story to share. It seems that 2 men, perhaps a little burly for a stroll in the forest primeval as evidenced by their visible dampness, but certainly well-dressed in full earth-toned ninja gear stumbled out of the trees. After a bout of breath-catching, one huffed and puffed through a brief question. Pushing his battle helmet back, he asked, "Do you know the way to the nearest road?" It appears full combat outfitting does not include a compass, a map or a sense of where you are.
Alas, history has not recorded the actual response to this question. Here, dear readers, I hope you'll have a little fun with us. In the comment box, write what you might have answered. Here's mine as a weak prototype. "Sorry, could you step away from the tree? I cannot see you."