Say what you want about the Air Force, but it does get you out and about.

My problem was always that by the time I realized I should have run away, I had already chased what I should have been running from down, and suddenly was no longer in a good position to avoid the fray.

Fortunately, insanity is taken as dangerous by wild creatures as well as people, and all the bears, wolves, and cougar I've chased outran me by comfortable margins.

I will spare you the story about getting tired of eating little bitty, tasty, squirrels while living off that land in Alaska, and deciding to try a relatively huge porcupine. It's probably more fun if you imagine me skinning it, rather than me describing it, anyway =p

Edit: I just realized that this:

"My problem was always that by the time I realized I should have run away, I had already chased what I should have been running from down, and suddenly was no longer in a good position to avoid the fray."

explains my love life.

Sometimes, there were hugs at the end of the chase. Turns out, I'd rather have been gently mauled by an enraged grizzly...