My mental problem is worrying about the folks who are worrying about me!
(BTDT, by the way.)

I've little concern about myself being stuck out; during most of my hunting I'm pretty well supplied for it, and mentally I'm prepared -even expecting it, sometimes.
The things that gnaw in the back of my head concern the huntin' buddies who're left in the dark, entertaining their imaginations with all the dire things that might have happened to me. Their exertions to find me would be so much greater, so much more frantic and exhausting, than what I'd need to do to make it through the night.
I'd be huddled out of the rain under my tarp; they'd get soaked while searching the hills.
I'd have a cozy fire at my knees; they'd be shivering in the rain and their own sweat.
I'd be calm in my own confidence; they'd be nervous wrecks of anxiety.
I'd get a poor night's sleep; they'd exhaust themselves in the search and then stay awake in worry.
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Campfire Pistolero x2

Only one human captain has ever survived battle with a Minbari fleet. He is behind me. You are in front of me. If you value your lives, be somewhere else. -Ambassador Delenn, Babylon 5