I’m off for a meet close by some woods by mine. If I’m not back tomorrow I’ve been axe murdered. That is all. I don’t really worry about axe murders, I see it as what I call “The rapist in the alley” paradox. If you’re a rapist in a dark alley, how do you know the person you hear coming isn’t another rapist? Hence I always walk down dark alleys, because there are no potential victims and thus no reason to lurk down there waiting for one, and predators like to see what’s coming.