Maybe some of the older posters will remember the incident in the late 80's in the Lake District, it made the national news and papers and caused quite a reaction ?
It was the one where the 'Hunt' ended up on a busy walk trail in front of loads of school children and trekkers, I was actually there that day and saw it all unfold, a completely terrified and exhausted fox on top of a small craggy faced cliff surrounded by a pack of hounds with nowhere to go except down, which it did, for a brief moment it looked like the fox (amazingly) was going to negotiate the cliff face and make it down and get away, but unfortunately it lost it's footing and fell the rest of the way, you could hear it's bones breaking and it yelping each time it hit the jagged edges of the cliff face, eventually it hit the floor.
For a few moments it just lay there, breathing heavily and in agony before trying to get up, but it's battered little body couldn't do it, as we all started to gather round, the pack of hounds swooped in and we all witnessed the fox getting ripped to pieces, it probably didn't last more than 10 seconds, but it felt like minutes and something that has stayed with me (and no doubt anyone who witnessed it) to this day.
The other thing I'll never forget was the attitude of 'the gentry', wading through 'the great unwashed', trampling over everyone like we were pieces of shit shouting 'move scum' and suchlike, they need to count themselves lucky I was there that day as part of an interview selection programme, had I not been I would surely have stabbed every one of those fuckers in the face, barbaric bastards.