Several years ago just after 9/11, I was flying my sharpie Prozac near the small airport near Ann Arbor. On the far end of th airport were several rows of private hangers as this is a favorite airport for the Drs. of U of M.
Anyway 'Zac makes a classic slip on a group of starlings singles one out and proceeds to dog fight it over a couple of rows of hangers and disappears. Out comes the telemetry and I go hunting for him, finally tracking him down inside one of the hangers..,.

I see no one around so I quickly go into the hanger and track him down ...He's went in the open door of a small single engine Cennesa
Again looking for someone to help me and seeing no one inside I climb up the steps that were drawn next to the plane. Just as I'm getting ready to go in I hear HEY!!!
Turning around I come face to face with a guy carrying a huge pipe. I proceed to tell him what's going on...to which he doesn't believe me, as he stared at the electronic device I was about to "plant" in his plane. Evenetually I have him look in his plane and he is "attacked" by 'Zac as he made a bluff move because the guy was so close to him...
Falling out of the plane the guy tells me to get that G.D. bird out of his plane, which I did promptly. I offered to clean his plane and he was now settling down and said not to worry about it... Eventually after a bit of conversation, I left, we had got to know each other a little and he even went hawking with me a bit later in the season when I started flying the goshawks.

Barry