About 15 years ago I landed at Salmon ID, and before tying down my "fat" ultralight (Titan Tornado, too fast and carried too much fuel to strictly subscribe to part 103) struck up a conversation with an older guy in a nearby hanger. He mentioned he'd flown for ********* Air Taxi for some years in the back country. In the middle of him giving me a quick hanger tour, he stopped and looked out at the ramp and yelled "Get the hell away from that plane". I turned and saw a stranger just closing the door of the Titan, and wondered what the heck????
As the stranger walked our direction my new aquaintance Ken muttered under his breath that the SOB was the worst FAA puke he'd ever run into, and they had bad blood going way back, but now as he was no longer a working pilot he was going to tear him a new one. I was stunned to hear this, and what transpired next was out of my hands and all I could do was watch in amazement. The stranger whipped out his ID and identified himself as ********** out of the SLC office and he wanted to know who owned that ultralight. Ken interruppted him, told him he knew who the hell he was and he had better "get moving". With a smug smile the FAA guy continued to query us about who's ultralight that was, before I could say anything Ken really ripped into him, and for the first time mentioned a baseball bat that could possible expedite his departure. By now the fed and me are both standing there with our mouths open, me figuring "great, this will really help me smooth things over duuring my ramp inspection". The fed was still not real sure Ken knew who he was dealing with, but then it gradually dawned on him, and me, that Ken knew full well who and what he was, did not care a bit, and did indeed plan to use the hanger baseball bat forthwith if he did no RIGHT NOW (delivered in a full volume roar) get moving. The fed stumbled back a few steps, FASTER Ken yelled, and the last I saw of him he was jogging away at a pretty rapid clip.
I looked at this Ken guy I'd met only a few minutes earlier, and he had the most satisfied sh+t eating grin on his face, he just looked real happy with himself: he told me of several instances where this fed had created very dangerous situations on some of the back country strips, flying in unanounced (no radio call) from the wrong direction, trying to sneak up on these working pilots in an effort to catch them unawares. One time in particular, according to Ken, a very close all occurred with a fully loaded plane on takeoff and the fed pops up around the bend in the river and some pretty intense manuvering was required to avoid a tragedy. This and other events gave Ken a real hard on for the fed, and I just happened to be in the way when it happened.
This was one of the scariest things to ever happen to me in 37 years of flying, I quickly shook Ken's hand, told him how interesting that all had been, and got the hell back into the Titan and out there. Nothing ever happened to Ken or to me, it just never happened I guess officially. For the record I do not personally condone or agree with Ken's method of dealing with a ramp inspection, I'm just reporting what happened. True story.......