In the years I have been with the Dartmouth Outing Club many members have come and gone. I have watched them learn how to use an axe, build shelters, and cooka meal over the open fire. I have watched them making paddles, axehandles, snowshoes, packboards, and many other things. It has been a source of great satisfaction to me to watch their enthusiasm grow as they completed their projects, and to see the deep friendships form between them, lasting friendships built of the courtesy that comes both from their associations with the forest and from their confidence in themselves. Maybe you are running your canoe through rough water and suddenly you feel a strong undercurrent pulling you into some big curling waves that might swamp you.
Fear again fights for control.
Perhaps you are hunting in the fall and your enthusiasm is running high for a shot at a deer. You see a flash of white as a deer bounds over a fallen treetop with white flag flying. You hurry to the spot with finger on the hammer or safety of your gun. That same fear tries to take over, the fear that you will miss a chance for a shot. You see a bush move, you hear a twig snap, that fear grows.