To keep you abreast of the facts, I submit the story. It tells of a brazen attempt by some puritan boobto lift and separate underwear from a well loved, albeit titillating attraction. The town firmly supported the fence as long as the owner promised not to add it, which he did saying “Cross my heart”
Please don’t sully this news with any bad puns, K?
Mmmmm boobies. What? Was that not subtle enough?
I wouldn’t think of it … because you already took all the good ones!
They’re part-poopers down at Cardrona … 
“Part-poopers”! Heh! 
“Party-poopers”.
Buncha pussies if you ask me.
What? All the other puns were taken.
Never; I will be totally respectful. Truth to tell, the story was a bit of a hooter at first. But I wouldn’t dream of knockering the local attraction.
Ah yes, I think I know that valley…
What? No pictures? Now I’m feeling meloncholy.
Titties! Woohoo!!!
Photo (scroll down to bottom of page), and here. Nothin’ exciting, tho’, guys – looks more like a Mainlander’s laundry day. 
Thanks for A cuple of pics. And some B cups and C cups and D cups…
You can tell from that distance? Good eyes, man, good eyes!
That was uplifting. Thanks.
The bras seem clean and in good shape. I Wonder how often they’re replaced. Perhaps every 18 hours. I imagine a guy riding a zebra, munching on a bratwurst, bouncing along the trails.
I hope the guy who objected realized he made a bad Playtex and that he was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Anyone notice that the ONLY offended person was an American who resides part-time nearby? I’d have him deported immediately.
Ha, I used to live there (Wanaka) and drink there (Cardrona Pub), I seemed to have missed the bra fence though, maybe I was too drunk to see it, or maybe I have forgotten, my mammary is not what it once was.
When did you live there? The fence was erected (tee hee) in 2000 - or at least that’s when the fence was first festooned.