I started fighting fires in 1970. The first one I was on burned 1/4 million acres around Lake Chelan in Wa. I nearly burned up 2 of the first 3 days I was there by pyromaniacs from region 5 (California) setting back fires behind us. Pretty scary for a flatlander from Michigan. The cat Skinner I was leading around punching holes for a fire break barely got the 2 of us out alive. When we got back to Basecamp, he looked up the boss of the back fire crew and picked him up with one hand with a handful of his shirt and pinned him against a tree so he could get him at eye level and have a chat with him! This guy was about 6'4" and probably weighed around 230. ZERO FAT!
He got the msg accross pretty well!