Ah, I once tinkered with the thought of a group of Miners' Union militants from the Rhondda Valley, covered with coal dust, riding pit ponies and armed with shotguns.
They'd go on a raid, then they'd get lashed up, come to Cardiff of a Saturday night to get even more lashed up and pull a cougar.
Sometimes fact is stranger than fiction mind.
LOL! You could do minis of my Dadcu and Uncle Ben! But armed with pickaxes, not shotguns. Some could ride sheep. (Well, they probably did, didn't they?) And with the Welsh Baptist preacher leading them with a Bible in one hand.