An everyday story of shooting folk?
Some fell-runners were enjoying a run around part of the Dark Peak one day in the middle of last week.
When they returned to the Strines Inn a gamekeeper who identified himself as being from a particular shooting estate approached the runners in the pub car park. The gamekeeper was unhappy with the route the runners had taken, even though this route had been agreed with the estate.
The gamekeeper then asked if a particular named local runner was present – he wasn’t and then made it clear that the estate was telling that runner to stop making complaints about their activities.
Would you call that intimidation or just being friendly? The runners were local to the area, but not very local. Just imagine what similar friendly conversations go on with people who live just down the road – I’ve heard some hair-raising tales from people I know and trust and many more from people i know less well (and the fictional examples in the first part of Chapter 6 of Inglorious are all based on real examples).