I got a right bitch one night when shooting over in the St Leonards area of Bournemouth. She was wiccan, had all the danglies and the effed up semi goth look clothing on, bright blue doc martins, out of her head on whatever it was and stank to high heaven. She spend three hours running up and down the fence like a nutter screaming abuse at me, the bunnies paid her no attention what so ever as they were all on the other side of the field.......The comical thing is, and I have noticed this an aweful lot with hunt sabs etc, she was a liar and a cheat to her "cause". I caught the skanky bitch i