Like a lot of people, I enjoyed watching the Crocodile Hunter risk life and limb while filming crocs, snakes, and other dangerous critters. Many people have naturally commented on his obvious enthusiasm for the animals he showcased. It endeared him to millions of children and allowed millions of adults to enjoy his show despite the clownish and over-the-top aspects.
The thing that struck me about the man was the lack of machismo in his act. The guy wrestled with crocodiles and handles poisonous snakes routinely, but he never acted like he thought he was Mr. Big Man. That in itself is quite an accomplishment when you think about it. I know that if I did all the things he did, I would be strutting around like I was Shaft or the Fonz.