Let's say u where flying home from work last Friday and you were a stupid incompentet moron of a pilot and you didn't realize how much more fuel your new prop made u burn.
So you're forced to land in the near dark and barely missed a fence and lucked out and also missed the large rocks on the hill near a complete stranger's house. Let's say you knock on the door but no one is home. It's dark and you don't know where u are exactly and have no cell service so you start walking. A couple miles later u get to a paved road. A truck stops after you walk a little further and four guys offer u a ride with the driver warning as you as he gasses it (u riding in the bed of the truck) "hang on I'm pretty drunk! Want a beer?" So a couple miles and a beer later, u get cell service and call the wife (who's very happy to hear the story
) so she heads your way and picks you up from the drunk guys (now parked on the side of the road and asking u if u will give them a ride tomorrow once u get some gas for your plane since they gave u a ride)
So, u call the sheriff and let them know someone may call to complain about a plane parked 75' from their back door and they say ok. Then the next morning u head back with some gas cans only to find the (open last night) gate at the end of a very long driveway is closed and locked. So u tell
the wife to wait while u hop the fence and walk with the cans up to the house. The man who
opens the door doesn't seem too happy to see u. U explain in your friendliest, sheepish way that u
had to land at his secluded house and didn't really have a choice. He wants to know why u didn't
call him last night or call the sheriff. U tell him u did call the sheriff but u didn't know his name or
how to reach him. He says the sheriff didn't know anything about it and he thought in might be a
drug runner's plane and that he has called the sheriff, state patrol, CBI, FBI, and maybe someone
else u can't remember. U cuss a lot on the inside while smiling and saying u understand his concern
on the outside. Luckly u both agree that he doesn't want a plane on his property and since there's a
good two hundred feet of crooked two track running down the hill you dump in the gas and twenty
minutes later you're home.
So, if this kind of hypothetical situation were to happen to any of u, what would u do about the CBI FBI thing? ( let's say he made sure to tell u that he included your tail number in the reports)