Aye Gordy.....that was how I lived my life herding Helicopters about the World.....and I am now just a dottering old geezer enjoying retirement. Along the way i met some really lovely people in some out of the way places....took a couple of Pickup Truck rides home, found some really nice Pubs with warm fires on some very foggy, wet, nasty days, used up one helicopter taking care of priority number one, and only had an extended index finger waving by the Authority (who left pencil in pocket) on one occasion and never had a violation filed away in my otherwise pristine but dog earred flying License. As I recall verbal chastisements were free! That incident with the kind Fed was about almost landing....only got within a few feet of the surface where he was fishing on a lake. How was I to know?
If you find yourself doing this landing out thing on an all too frequent basis....you need to brush up on your preflight planning standards. It should be a rare event....but one that is done without a second thought. As one mulls through all of the options on the Decision Tree.....it should be the one that is down at the bottom....but still an Option.
When you run out of Options....that is when bad things happen.
A smart Fox always has a bolt hole to use when needed.....and uses it when the Hounds start getting too close for comfort.