By David Liberman
The woods are, for the most part, pretty darn safe. You can spend every weekend hiking through areas “infested” with dangerous wildlife, and see nothing more than a snowshoe hare or a mule deer. But Lady Luck is a fickle wench and there’s always at least a small chance that you’ll run into something — or someone — that wants to take a peek inside you.
This is the time a lot of people are getting out There are as many strategies for deep woods self-protection as there are pic-a-nic baskets in Jellystone Park, so the first order of the day is to know your adversary.
By David Liberman
The woods are, for the most part, pretty darn safe. You can spend every weekend hiking through areas “infested” with dangerous wildlife, and see nothing more than a snowshoe hare or a mule deer. But Lady Luck is a fickle wench and there’s always at least a small chance that you’ll run into something — or someone — that wants to take a peek inside you.
This is the time a lot of people are getting out There are as many strategies for deep woods self-protection as there are pic-a-nic baskets in Jellystone Park, so the first order of the day is to know your adversary.
