It would mate, my town is a fishing port which has changed a lot we used to walk around the fish quay with dogs, ferrets, air guns even a big old crossbow at one time lol, there'd be a feckin hit squad on your case if you tried that these days
Dem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail
A Shanty Town
Dem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail
A Shanty Town
Dem rudeboys get a probation
A Shanty Town
And rudeboy bomb up the town
A Shanty Town
Robin Page wrote a similar story to this in his book the hunting gene, something about a bird reserve in Norfolk if I remember rightly being brought back to life by a gamekeeper after the anti hunting wardens were kicked into the long grass
This reminds me of one day circa 1987 when me and a lad I knew went into some odd shop in the town, I found this huge pair of y fronts in a basket about sixty inch waist as I hurled them at him they took flight and engulfed the Doris at the checkout