I nearly lost my life five times in one three week stint in construction supervision on the coast of Labrador. Two of those because the idiot game warden that took us up Fraser Canyon on a fishing trip had neglected to keep his gas cans clean of settled 2-stroke oil. I was pissed. One was when a float plane pilot for Crash Airways (Labrador Airways) decided he needed to "chance it" before dark. I was pissed... I fell asleep as we taxied out into Nain Bay only to be wakened by a sudden sensation when the right pontoon went about 8' into salt water when he was turning back into the wind and I looked out to see to see the right wing-tip of the Otter in the water. FUCK!!!!! But... we caught some great Artic Char and Trout so it was fun.

Oh... then, on another one, I had to swim to a Beaver floatplane on a lake in La Belle Province because the fuckers in Wabush, Labrador flew us into a cabin that had been evacuated by a PQ government order due to a forest fire. They knew it would be empty and wanted to make $ on a cash deal. And it came so close, I had to swim! I was MORE than pissed. But, I got a story to tell out of it... and a fine story it is.

I have told the story of the whale in Nain in Mudcat before. Maybe not life threatening but, when you have doubts and piss your pants, kinda the same deal eh?

And I got more. But I have seldom put my own life in danger without good cause. Skydive? Yeah. Ride a surf board? Fuck that.

Far as I am concerned, Rap is the one here that has truly "put himself in peril". For that, I salute him.