Yep, from the wilds or North Western OZ comes this yarn from quite some moons ago.
A mustering pilot goes to town for a blow out and a 100 hrly.
After a job well done on both counts he heads back to his machine, possibly still in a bit of a daze. He has been asked to fetch some supplies from town to the next mustering camp where-at he will be working.
He loads these supplies plus his swag and personal gear for the next month out bush and fires up.
When he is ready to haul ass, that is what he does.
A cursory look around, jerks the magic stick up a ways and the A/C rotates neatly around the front of the skids and goes nose first into the firma terra. Luckily for him all he did was write off one machine and not damage any of the others or the valuable infrastructure close by.
It appears that the full fuel, swag, persoanl gear, spare oil, fuel pump, toolkit and survival gear may well have been close to AUW.
Add to that a big bag of spuds, onions, couple of drums of flour, tea, sugar, salt, tobacco and possibly a lady or two of the night for the boys out bush ~ or so the story went when we heard it ~ and it was easily established that both the C of G and AUW were grossly abused.
Mind you if he'd had half an ounce of brains he could have felt it up and concluded well before the red face that followed that things weren't quite the real McKoy.
Oh and yes, it was an R22.