One time I landed in a field in a howling wind, and
rolled to a stop right next to a guy gardening in a plot
by the edge of the field. The guy was facing away
from me, but his dog was a few feet further and
looking in my direction. The dog started howling,
and the guy starts throwing stuff at the dog and
cursing it mightly. The poor dog kept right on
howling until I tapped the guy on the shoulder,
at which point the guy near had a heart attack,
having never heard my arrival over the wind noise...

See ya, Dave