You do get some idiots.
Just after our new Scottish "access" laws kicked in we had two incidents (of a type never experienced before) in fairly short sucession, on the farm here.
The first involved a very ederly couple and their equally geriatric golden retreiver. They had decided to park their car in one of our field gateways (lovely folk) and were taking their pooch for a very vocally, noisy meander (loud English accents of a particular type, gibbering inanely to one another and their pets, have an unfortunate effect not only on my hackles but also on the peace of mind of our sheep, as it turns out)... The roadside field they picked had roughly sixty in-lamb gimmers in it, due to start lambing in a matter of days. It was a very nice, mild, sunny spring day and it seems the bold couple had walked all around the 15 acre field they had chosen. I actually heard them first, from the farm steading/lambing shed, over a 1/4 of a mile away and when I spotted them there were gimmers running a' ways. On going across and challenging them about their thoughtless and potentially damaging conduct, I was treated to my first encounter with the "we've every right to be here my good man,
it's the law" attitude and they gave me their assurances, nay insistences, that their aged family pet was no bother to any one. I then asked them if they could possibly explain all of that to the puffing and panting, heavily pregnant young ewes that they had scared half witless and which were now gathered in tight little groups in various corners, with plumes of vapour rising from them... They seemed not to have noticed, or certainly gave the appearance of not having noticed the sheep before my mentioning them and they duly declined to give any reply to my further questioning. Then they left and never came back, that I'm aware of. Silly souls.
The second such event happened about six weeks later. I had turned a batch of twenty, or so, limousin x bullocks out to grass a couple of days earlier and they were in grand form, and of course full of the joys of spring. This time it was one middle aged lady who had decided to abandon her car and take a very boisterous Boxer for a spot of off the lead exercise. The bullocks got wind of the dog and being the inquisitve beasts that they are (did I say they were Limmy crosses? ... do you know anything about the intelligence and mentality of that breed?) they duly decided to investigate this "boisterous" hound... limmy bullocks in the first days of spring grazing are more boisterous than most hounds, btw. Anyhoo, I was actually busy repairing a fence in a far corner of the same field when I saw the events start to unfold. Fortunately for her, this pooch first tried facing up to the bullocks but as the thundering stampede got closer chickened out and ran for cover... toward a good netting fence with an electric wire on top. I guess it had never met an obstacle like this before and stopped at the fence and then tried to climb it. 5,000 volts and a silly dog generates a very loud and long sequence of yelps and by now the bullocks have identified a "thing" that must be "dealt" with. Of course they know better than mess with a trained collie but this thing was just too much fun and/or danger to resist and it was running away. By this point, I had scrambled to the Landrover in anticipation of the worst case scenario.. and sure enough her dog spotted it's mistress and bolted towards her this time. Fortunately, I managed to drive quickly enough to put my landrover between her and roughly 9 tons of 80 hoofed danger that was now heading straight for her silly dog, and ultimately her, at about 30mph. The dog had the sense to keep running but the woman did not have the sense to stop screaminig various unheeded commands at it and near simultaneous profanities toward me, but no-matter... I did manage to make myself heard and she did climb, quite willingly, into the passenger seat of the landrover. Then having by now done almost a full lap of the field the cattle followed the dog which had made it's escape through the fence I had been mending... So, a few moments later the fence now utterly destroyed. Do you city folk not realise that a fence is really just an act of faith between a stockman and his cattle? They can actually totally demolish mere fences (even good ones) at will, if they are so inclined and acting en mass. The woman in question now started to launch into a tirade, quoting my supposed responsibilites (un-be-f'in-leivable) by some chance co-incidence my patience expired at the same moment. She was duly informed of her own responsibilities and her gross negligence, foolishness and foolhardiness... after finally tracking her dog down in a wood a couple more fields away and returning her to her carelessly parked car I required her to give me her name and address that I may "hold her responsible" for the access she had just, so spectacularly, taken. She declined to give it... maybe I wasn't her type... And never a word of thanks to me either...
As far as I know she's not been back... And then folk moan about farmers and their "ger offa moi lan" attitude.... Choice! ... I ask you.
Funnily enough though, and barring only one other incident, involving sheep and possibly the single most arrogant and idiotic, horse mounted, human being I've yet encountered, we've not had any such bother since. I say this assuming that she is actually of our species, of course she may not be. That one took the Police, numerous "helpers" and about 4 years, in total, to completely sort out.
Happy days...