My daughter has a password. You don't know it, she will kick, scream, yell, and fight.
My late grandfather in law told me an interesting story once when we were hunting.
"Hey Ben, why don't we hunt in that slew?" To which Ben replied,"Way back in the 20's we had a child molester in town. A few of us convinced him to leave town. Since then, we don't hunt in that slew." Nuff said I figured.
He may have been pulling my leg, but we didn't hunt there.