Ok, ok, oh my, this is just too much LOL
Allow me one more entry regarding this chatgpt AI thing and I’ll let it go
I posted a while ago a pic of myself on my kick-sled being “chased” by a Sasquatch while carrying my GEC Viper
So I ask chatpgt to write a story about it
This is it, for real

First the pic:
Request for chatgpt:
Write a short story of how I narrowly escaped a hungry Sasquatch chasing me through the woods and how I managed to get away on my kick sled. Tell the reader how I defended myself with my trusty GEC Viper pocket knife
ChatGpt:
In the heart of the dense, snow-laden forest, I found myself pursued by a hungry Sasquatch, its primal roars echoing through the trees like thunder. With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I sprinted as fast as I could, the beast's heavy footsteps closing in behind me.
As I dashed through the frosty underbrush, I reached for my kick sled, hastily assembling it with trembling hands. With a swift kick, I propelled myself forward, the sled gliding over the snow-covered ground with surprising speed. But the Sasquatch was relentless, its massive form gaining on me with each passing moment.
Desperation drove me to grab my trusty GEC Viper pocket knife from my belt, its sharp blade gleaming in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. With a quick flick of my wrist, I brandished the knife, ready to defend myself against the oncoming beast.
As the Sasquatch closed the distance, I maneuvered the kick sled with precision, weaving through the trees in a frantic bid for escape. With a guttural growl, the creature lunged towards me, its massive claws outstretched.
In a split-second decision, I dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the creature's grasp. With a surge of determination, I lunged forward, driving the blade of my knife into the Sasquatch's side with all the strength I could muster.
The creature let out a deafening howl of pain, stumbling backward in surprise. Seizing the opportunity, I kicked the sled into high gear, hurtling away from the wounded beast as fast as I could.
Behind me, the Sasquatch roared in frustration, but I was already disappearing into the depths of the forest, my heart pounding in my chest with the exhilaration of my narrow escape. As I raced towards safety, I knew that my trusty pocket knife had been my saving grace in the face of danger, a reminder of the importance of always being prepared in the wilderness.