I have been in several jungles around the world and it feels fantastic, exciting, and invigorating to be in one- that is of you are not being hunted. If I were Rainsford in the jungle my experience of it would be much different. I love this story because Connell uses so much perfect imagery throughout the story that you can almost see the "dank tropical night" materializing before your mind's eye. Immediately the reader is drawn in by his use of literary devices like similes, personification, and metaphors so much so that you feel as if you have washed up on the island with Rainsford. By the time he begins "the most dangerous game" playing the part of the "the most dangerous game" you feel what he feels. You feel the fear of having to be hunted. You feel the fear of knowing that everything about this "game" is stacked against you. You feel the fear that the only way off the island is for either you or your hunter to die. I would have felt so anxious like I could barely breathe and I would have felt the blood pounding in my head as General Zaroff stood at the base of the very tree I was hiding in as he began to search the branches that first night. I would have felt overjoyed at the small victories I claimed on the jungle floor when the dog and Ivan met their doom. I would have felt so overwhelmed jumping out of the jungle and into the sea below. I can't imagine ever really being hunted for real, but Connell certainly does a good job of giving his reader the virtual experience of it through this story.
In Rainsford's position, I'd be frightened out of my wits, I think. Panic would probably make me an easy target for Zaroff. Without Rainsford's expertise and hunting experience, the jungle would be a very dangerous place for me. Unlike Rainsford who recognizes the quicksand pit before it's too late, I'd probably end up sucked in.
I would be terrified. It's not bad enough to know that somewhere out there are deadly jungle creatures just waiting to pounce, but now I have to worry about avoiding some crazy man who thinks I'm the pray. There are scary things hidden among the jungle leaves--underfoot, overhead, and around every corner.