Brings to mind something a friend (now deceased), once said years ago. George was wheelchair bound, paraplegic waist down from combat injuries suffered while serving with the USMC in RSVN.

A group of us, mostly younger guys, gathered outside church one Fall evening grabbing a smoke or chew after having a great meal. All of us hunters, archery season opener just days away, so bow hunting quickly became the main topic of discussion. The question of what animal in the whole world we each would like to hunt if we could was posed.

It started out with answers of the usual typically docile animals not common to our part of the country, and soon escalated with each reply getting bigger and more dangerous than previous guy's.

When it got to be George's turn he left everyone slack-jawed (George was a known excellent experienced hunter, especially with a bow) when his reply took it back to something as docile and harmless as possible. When asked why, George replied, "I ain't about to hunt anything that's big and eats meat... ".

Someone else asked, "Why not"?

George answered with a, 'are you really that clueless', look of his, 'picture me and this wheel chair, trying to out-run a pissed-off Grizzly, lion, tiger,...'.