Know a bloke - these days a very senior man in Oz CAA - who, thinking to impress his brand new fiancee's dad, landed his dusty green wokka in father-in-law-to-be's home paddock out back of Wagga Wagga.
And impress him it did.
F.I.L.T.B. was scion of (now re-named) Country Party, a then ruling political party made up mostly of farmers that was so conservative it would have made Maggie T. look like a rabid socialist, and he was holding an important Party fund-raiser that same afternoon by his pool. (F.I.L.T.B. was not your average dirt-poor Oz farmer.)
Lotsa rotor wash + the usual Australian drought = two inches of red dust over surface of newly cleaned pool, plus more red dust and assorted hay cuttings over pool surrounds and 60 or 70 already set up chairs and tables... and a NOT HAPPY F.I.L.T.B.
... and that was before he found his prize bull (it's always the prize bull) had de-knackered himself on the home paddock's three strand barbed wire fence when it bolted to escape from all the dust and noise.
I don't know how many years it took F.I.L.T.B. to forgive his soon-to-be-new son in law, but he did let his daugher marry the man and they're still together some 30+ years later.