Back in the day when we used to burn heavy straw after harvest because the moldboard plows didn't have enough clearance to get the straw through, we had an old neighbor that would set a field on fire and leave, especially on a windy day.
I saw him head for a field one windy day and took out after him with shovels in the pickup. He already had the fire going. I had just one place to stop it before it came onto our land and headed right for the farm buildings. I almost collapsed by the time I got it out. He came back for some reason and told me he didn't think the fire would spread like that!
I held the long handle shovel over my head to threaten him and told him that if he ever set another fire around here that I would beat him to death with the shovel. He never set another fire near us, but he did on other land that his son farmed. The whole outfit for several generations were nuts!