I like the story (true) about the people who were on a farmer's land collecting field mushrooms...he followed them all the way back to town then proceeded to take fruit off a tree in their garden...the guy went ballistic and threatened to ring the police...the farmer said now you know what it feels like; all you needed to do was to come and ask me.
This whole subject is highly emotive...none of us like to find people uninvited near our property whatever their intent. We are all naturally enough jumpy about unknown personages with firearms on and in anyone's property, or unknown personages without firearms for that matter.
The peasants of yesteryear who poached or snared animals to augment their diets were if caught mostly sent to the colony of Australia for the duration of their natural life. One rabbit for a stew...
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