Reminds me of a plane trip my former wife and I took Thanksgiving week in the late 80's. We were in a rented C-172 headed for Mt. Home, Arkansas where my folks had retired and it has a neat little strip not too far from their place. After passing over Memphis, I started getting some info(pireps) on a front closing in with icing so we headed north toward Walnut Ridge, AR, there's a fair sized a/p just 3-4 miles north of town. By the time we made our "arrival" we were at full power and wallowing through the air, landing just past the lights with a thud and a groan from the plane. It was a long taxi to the FBO shack, when we got there we saw all these cars in the lot and people milling around inside....it was "all you can eat" fried catfish night, apparently a regular thing going on so we took part. While there, we got some hilarious tales from the locals re. the long time sheriff, a real Rosco according to his description. Seems a few months back, small twin had landed with engine trouble and had parked waaaay out away from everything. The pilot left, saying he'd be back in a day or two to repair the plane and fly it out. That night the local Sheriff "Rosco"(Dukes of Hazard) figured he'd check out the plane so drives his beat up old squad car out and holy smokes....it had all the windows covered over. Being a "man of the law" per the story-teller(everyone at the community table was laughing), he got a local locksmith to open the plane and lo-n-behold....it was loaded with pot. The fact that the gear was completely collapsed and it was sitting tail heavy was probably a good sign of a big load. Naturally, "Rosco" confiscated the plane and its contents, said he was going to have it burned in the city incinerator. According to the locals, there was indeed quite a stench kicked up one day shortly after his big "bust" but the main thing that caught everybody's eye was Rosco no longer tooling around town in his old beat up car, but driving a brand new Suburban with all the bells and whistles. Strangely enough, the city council kept it quiet when they found out that there wasn't any dispersal of funds for a "new squad car" for Rosco. Seems Rosco also hit it big enough(said it was gambling) to the point he sold his old shack and bought a new house....and a new girlfriend according to the locals at the table. We laughed until our sides hurt, but as it turned out that wasn't the only escapade of Rosco's.
