Hi, my name is Greg, and I'm a bushwacker.  

There, I've admitted it, and that's the first step towards recovery.  Now, where's the coffee and donuts?

I've alluded to it in other places, but here's the official committment - we'll be there.  Caked in muck (which helps with the itching bug bites), shredded to pieces, bewildered, and hungry for bullhead stew.  Six of us, bringing the total # of crazy people on Chub pond to ?? (not counting the flamingos).

So, who else will commit?  Or is it best not to, that way when you've lost your second pair of boots in the muck, you can back out without losing face?  ;)