Britain: P.O.ed huntsman dismounts horse,punchs woman protester in the face

BBC News On-Line ^ | Monday, 7 July, 2003 | staff writer

[yankeedame]

Last Updated: Monday, 7 July, 2003, 13:17 GMT 14:17 UK

Saboteurs 'punched by huntsman'

The incident happened on private land in West Sussex

A huntsman dismounted from his horse and punched a woman hunt saboteur in the face before attacking her husband, a court has heard.

The jury at Chichester Crown Court was shown footage taken by Simon Wild as his wife Jaine was allegedly being hit by hunt leader Jonathan Broise.

Mr Broise, 46, of London Road, Petworth, West Sussex, denies assault causing actual bodily harm to Mr and Mrs Wild on 9 October last year.

Richard Cherrill, prosecuting, told the court Mr and Mrs Wild had entered private land in Petworth Park to try to disrupt the meeting of the Chiddingfold, Leconfield and Cowdray Hunt.

She thinks she was head-butted by him and then punched a number of times around the face and head

Richard Cherill, prosecuting

They were spotted by Mr Broise in woodland.

"Mrs Wild had her back up against trees and this defendant rode his horse at her," said Mr Cherill.

"She will say that the defendant got off his horse and went towards her. He was very close.

"She said she thinks she was head-butted by him and then punched a number of times around the face and head.

"It caused her to fall to the ground."

Cheap perfume

Mr Cherill said Mr Wild had gone to his wife's aid but was punched in the face and stomach by the defendant.

Other members of the anti-hunt group eventually broke up the fight.

Mr Broise voluntarily went to a police station the next day to give his version of events.

He claimed he had dismounted his horse well before the incident and had merely pushed Mrs Wild on her chest.

He also alleged Mrs Wild sprayed him in the face with cheap perfume.

But the video shown to the jury illustrated a man, said by the Crown to be Mr Broise, dismounting his horse and punching Mrs Wild several times in the face.

The trial continues.

[Liberal Classic]

Step 1: Tresspass and spray perfume in someone's eyes
Step 2: Start recording
Step 3: Get punched out
Step 4: Sue

[ExSoldier]

Hey! I'm a member of PETA!

People Eating Tasty Animals.

I have my own close encounter of the LOONY PETA kind from the year 1983. I was a young First Lieutenant in the 9th Infantry Division at Fort Lewis, WA...now decommissioned. My best bud and I decided to take about five days leave and head out to the base of Mt. Rainier onto Weyerhauser land, which he had a permit to hunt on. We parked our car just off the interstate near a scenic overlook and unloaded our gear (rucksack, rifles, ammo, survival gear and I had thoughtfully checked out from the arms room a STARLIGHT SCOPE while my buddy had checked out a set of the radios used by the G3 in the field.) As we rucked up and headed into the woods, we saw a caravan of vehicles enter the same area where we had parked. We were worried about the safety of our car so we oozed over for a little recon from the woodline. No need to worry, they were PETA bozos and they had been trailing us...just lil ole US from the place we had purchased our ammo in the last little town. They wanted to spoil our hunt!

They sped into the woods hot on our trail and we stepped out onto the trail and met them. Whereupon they got all indignant about the fate of poor lil ....you guessed it...BAMBI. They just advised us to go on home, because they were going to dog us until Hell froze and chase away all the game. I had a whispered conference with my buddy and we agreed to shelve the hunt in favor of some better recreation...albeit a little more strenuous!

We just walked off...the hippies in tow. We walked like it was an INFANTRY FTX back at work: Straight up and down the steepest, nastiest terrain we could find! Down the slippery slopes, through the low lying swamps....every time they got tired, we took a break and waited for them to catch up. We led them DEEP into the woods. By the time it got dark they were lost. We knew exactly where we were....and where the cars were parked.

My buddy wanted to leave 'em crying in the dark, but I switched on the starlight and low crawled close to where they were huddled together for warmth...what kind of FREAK ventures into the woods without survival gear and a tent or sleeping bag? I mean we had survival stuff but no tents or fart sacks...just like work. I used the starlight to chunk rocks at them all night long. They thought they were being hunted by BIGFOOT. LOL We had a really good time.

When dawn came, we led them back to the cars. They were real subdued until they knew the cars were near then they found their courage and started to heckle us again. We told 'em we were going back after Bambi the next day and we'd be happy to meet them again but they just cried and piled back into their little VW bugs and headed back in the direction of Seattle.

We went back to work, and the troops all wanted to go out to the same area and run the hippies all over the place, too. They wanted to get chopper support and bring the rotor heads in on the fun. But my boss said it would be bad PR for the army and he nixed it. He had a good laugh though.

We did go back out and get a couple of Elks later. We had a big unit barbeque! I got mine in heavy brush at about 30 meters with a Ruger Super Black hawk .44 maggie. I remember thinking, later at the company area...that I'd never had such good tasting meat.

[yankeedame]

I like those snazzy red coats !

Well, as it was explained to me those coats are (were?) called "pinks". The name came not from the color of the coat but the taylor way back in the early 19th who created them for the Regency horsey-set.

[yankeedame]

I like those snazzy red coats !

Well, as it was explained to me those coats are (were?) called "pinks". The name came not from the color of the coat but the tailor way back in the early 19th who created them for the Regency horsey-set.

[yankeedame]

...they should have detained them and called the authorities...

In today's Britain? What good would that do?

[Thumper1960]

Smacked after being sprayed by her cheap perfume?

Whatw as it? French?

Maybe, Fox urine? Eau de crack 'ho?

Silly sabotuers.

[Tijeras_Slim]

Great story. The exact same thing happened with my grandmother, her kids gave her some cheap perfume when they were little. We found the bottle on her vanity when we were cleaning the house after she died. Talk about a good laugh and a good cry.

[IYAS9YAS]

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/941877/posts

Here's an update!

I concede defeat on all premises. These morons were inciting at the least. My opinion has been duly changed.

[OldCorps]

You're da bomb! What a great contribution to the education of clueless PETA types. They didn't have a problem with you having a gun and them not? What fools.

Course I don't envy you being in the the 9th (Motorized?) ID back in '83.

[ExSoldier]

"Course I don't envy you being in the the 9th (Motorized?) ID back in '83."

I got there in 1981 when it was still the one of the two remaining Light Infantry divisions (the 7th ID being the other) in the army. We were also the last division in the army to have the old 90mm recoiless rifle in the TO&E.

THEN we became the HTLD or High Technology Light Division. I was an officer in the world's FIRST Dune Buggy battalion! Chenowith racing buggies mounting Mk19 40mm's and M2HB 50's! It was like some kinda super Rat Patrol...if you remember that old series. When I was getting ready to ETS in 1984 we were going to the motorized concept...then we became known armywide as "The Dodge Boys."

[OldCorps]

I won't even try to match your story about the PETA types. Man, you're a hero as far as I'm concerned. However, at Ft. Polk we had these trees with huge red bands around them. The trees were all over the training area. We were not allowed to go within 100m of the tree for fear of impinging upon the habitat of a red cockaded woodpecker (never saw one the entire time i was there). Of course we ignored this gubmint stupidity.

You probably know that Ft. Polk doesn't have many PETA types in the area. The local population would deal with them severely, lol.

All joking aside, did you ever see any cool wildlife, like bears or something, at Ft. Lewis? We had runt dear down at Ft. Polk but we did have a lot of cool birds. I saw a pileated woodpecker one time (its huge, about the size of a large owl). Another time, my company/team (yeah, we were mech, we could cross attach with real tanks) was waiting for the word to cross the LD on an attack. I had two mech, 1 tank platoons and and assorted ash/trash with me. I looked down next to my M113 and there was a bunch of pheasants just going about their business pecking the ground. Really beautiful birds though. And who cound forget the alligator we had at the tank wash rack.

[OldCorps]

Or the misquitos that were so big they would take your wallet. Heck, our misquitos were so big we used chain mail instead of misquito netting.

[Rebelbase]

"I used the starlight to chunk rocks at them all night long."

ROTF!

[BADROTOFINGER]

Hunt disrupters should be fair game. Should be able to punch them if you feel like it. Particularly since they were trespassing on private land to do their dirt.

Im with you. Fair warning, fair game...JFK

[ExSoldier]

"And who cound forget the alligator we had at the tank wash rack."

ROFL! What a riot! Wish I could've seen that! I think of myself as a tanker, but while I was a Ft lewis I was leg infantry (Screwy Looie!).

I did have a close encounter with a Grizzly Bear one time. I was on an extended patrol (Daytime. You don't move much at night in that place) deep in the Rainier training area....where the distance between contour lines on the map is not 20 ft but 100 meters and they're squished together all the time.....I had a point guy out in front of us maybe 50 meters and we couldn't even see him because of the brush/terrain and I hear him SCREAM and then he come bookin! I mean a dead run straight back through the middle of the patrol looking neither left nor right arms pumping (dropped his weapon) hard. He was yelling the same thing over and over: "FU** IT! FU** IT!" we followed him with our eyes but suddenly swivelled back when what it was that was following him suddenly slowed and stood up on it's hind legs and snarled...a grizzly bear standing not 20 feet from us and just clearing a small hilltop ahead!

My entire patrol (section size as I recall) opens up! What a firefight! Too bad they were all BLANKS. I'm screaming this to them as the bear advances and I'm frantically digging thru my ruck for....ah yes! The ever present training munition...the CS GRENADE. I screamed : GAS GAS GAS! And everybody froze as I pulled the pin and gently lobbed it so that it landed at the critters feet. WHUFF! The gas curled upward (very little in the way of a breeze that day) and he basically ate the stuff. What I saw next you never saw on "Wild Kingdom." He started to rub his nose frantically and little mewling sounds emitted from his throat...he looked very uncomfortable! My guys started yelling to the bear: "DON'T RUB....IT ONLY MAKES IT WORSE!" I turned and looked at them in such a way that they looked suddenly embarrassed. That bear took off and disappeared. We found the dropped M16 and the point man up a tree about 200 meters from our position.

[Right Wing Professor]

I looked for the charges of trespass given to the idiots but didn't find them. What happened?

The UK has no law of criminal trespass. Strange but true.

[OldCorps]

Man, I can never top your stories. But i'll give you a little taste of ft. Polk.

We were up at the Peason Ridge training area, praticing company/team operations. Peason Ridge is just north of FP and it is a huge, pretty much sparsely vegetated area. One night, at 0300, I had to give an operations order for the next day's attack. We were in a tactical assembly area, all of my 113s and tanks were on a 360 perimeter. My CP was in the middle. This ain't like lite infantry, however, the diameter of the AA must have been about 3 or 4 hundred meters. Anyway, I'm dead tired, cause we've been training up to go to NTC since forever. I'm giving the oporder inside my 113 (which you probably know, is pretty small inside) with the ramp down, using red filter flashlights. All the usual subordinates are there, XO, 1SG, mech and tank plt ldrs, FIST, ADA plt ldr (had an attached vulcan plt), stinger team ldr, AVLB section leader. So here we have myself and about 10 subordinates going over the concept of the operation when all hell breaks loose. Lots of yelling and screaming. I first thought we were really under attack by another company as part of a prank, or perhaps some gun nuts stealing weapons (its happened at ft. polk), but the loud noises don't sound human. They are really loud though. We all look at each other...WTF? Suddenly, about 30 wild dogs come charging into our vision (remember its very dark), going right for us. I'm ashamed to say that all of us jumped inside the 113 and pulled up the ramp. You can't imagine how nasty that was, we hadn't showered in about a week, and we all sweat like hell during the day. So we just sit inside packed like sardines, smelling each others funk for about 30 seconds before they leave and go who knows where else.

Course i never told my bn cmdr that my company had been overrun by a pack of wild dogs, lol.

Another thing we say on peason ridge were wild horses. I think they are called mustangs.

I wouldn't trade my time in the army for anything. where else in the world could you have fun like that.

[ExSoldier]

I trained on the 113 when I was in the mech track of my Infantry officer Basic course at Ft Benning. I remember going off to the YAK ATTACK (Our NTC prep place) a huge "firing center" in the Yakima desert in eastern Washington State. The whole thing looks like the surface of the moon nad is just about one huge RANGE. The tanks fire there...the grunts fire everything in the inventory there....you name it. You spend three months in the field eating MRE's (Meals REJECTED by EVERYONE) twice a day and T-Rats for dinner if you're lucky and get a field shower maybe once every four days. Hey, you ever notice that once you get past the first ten days without a shower or change of BDU's that everybody starts smelling like food? I'm not kidding. I can remember closing my eyes and taking a deep sniff. If I smelled PIZZA it was pfc Jones. If a cheesburger it was SFC SMITH. Really.

Anyway, troops being the inventors they are found a way to gather fresh meat (most of us officers had at least a full mag of live ammo to keep the biker gangs from stealing an M16 or an M60 which has happened...) using just their M16s and accessories and blanks.

Here's what happens: You take an M16 blank and pop the crimp. Then you take a blank M60 rd and pop that crimp and pour the powder from the M60 into the previously emptied M16 cartridge and recrimp. NOW you have a MEGA M16 blank cartridge. Next, you take a couple of cleaning rods and screw them together and slide them down the barrel of your rifle....and single load your round. Presto! HARPOON GUN. The rod will go clean thru about 3 inches of pine board at 25 feet. Now...we always had wild dogs (your story reminded me of this) snuffling around our positions scrounging for food. They were usually huntin' dogs that got lost and formed packs turning feral. They could be dangerous especially to smaller animals and kids cause they had no innate fear of man. But you'd hear them sniffing around our fighting positions and then you'd hear "VOLLEY FIRE" blam blam blam blam blam! and a sort of gurgling animal scream and there'd be a huge dog with ten harpoons stuck thru it and the guys would build a firepit and break out the hot sauce.....Roast leg of dawg is actually pretty good. Beats RAT on a stick any day.

[ASA Vet]

and ordered onto the ground, until my partner brought back the authorities.

At which point you'd be charged with felonious assault.
You'd be better off having your partner bring a shovel.

[OldCorps]

Man, you got some pretty creative soldiers there. I spent about 7 years in TO&E units, but never heard of the field expedient harpoon. Great idea though. And yeah, I carried live rounds in my 45 for the same reasons you did.

Guess you never served in Germany, where a YAC ATK has a different meaning.

I was a newly promoted captain serving in _____________. I was on the bn staff. Our bn cmdr was an a--hole, just fresh from milpercen. He didn't give a damn about soldiers, of fighting commies, just his career and looking good (of course he made GO). The HHC 1SG was a real stud. Vietnam vet, served in some airborne bn in Germany. One time he invited me to his office after the duty day; most of the HHC E-7's were there. He commenced to explain to me what a yac attack was. He opened up his bottom drawer and pulled out a bottle of french cognac (very cheap in duetchland) and we all passed it around. The stuff tastes like moonshine to me, lol.

That my dear sir, is what a real YAC ATK is.