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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Jun 23, 2015 - 06:54pm PT
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The peregrines? Hell, PTPP could take it along and use its eggs.
Hell, by the time he gets up the damn thing would have full-grown chicks!
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toyon
climber
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 25, 2017 - 10:52pm PT
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The quest, and question, remains
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ß Î Ø T Ç H
Boulder climber
ne'er–do–well
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Feb 25, 2017 - 11:42pm PT
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I vote we toss OP off el cap
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toyon
climber
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 26, 2017 - 09:00am PT
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See? That's why super taco is the best. You can always rely on a beeyatch to play their role.
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hobo_dan
Social climber
Minnesota
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Feb 26, 2017 - 10:31am PT
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I heard that Jim Madsen kicked a small dog off of Glacier Point--about the same size as a chicken. Find out what happened to the dog.
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madbolter1
Big Wall climber
Denver, CO
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Feb 26, 2017 - 10:51am PT
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Portage at least a hundred of them to the top. Herd them to the edge and set them on fire. Push 'em over the edge in your own recreation of the firefall.
Return to the bottom. Feast.
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Edge
Trad climber
Betwixt and Between Nederland & Boulder, CO
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Feb 26, 2017 - 10:56am PT
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What's the best way to get a chicken into the park?
How do you get the chicken from your vehicle to the TH without getting noticed?
Richard Gere might have some thoughts on this. Substitute 'chicken' for 'hampster.'
Or was it 'gerbil'?
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GDavis
Social climber
SOL CAL
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Feb 26, 2017 - 12:32pm PT
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I would never do it, but I also willfully eat chopped up versions of said birds, so feels kind of weird to say I wouldn't give 'em a final ride before said feast.
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madbolter1
Big Wall climber
Denver, CO
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Feb 26, 2017 - 02:37pm PT
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Oh, they need the ride. The last hurrah.
They like it, I believe.
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EdBannister
Mountain climber
13,000 feet
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Feb 26, 2017 - 08:14pm PT
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Tell the Chickens to open chutes early and land on the far side of the river at a predetermined spot where they can hide the chute and the rest of the rig, and run to a car going back into the valley, rather than getting cited for Peregrine habitat invasion.
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pb
Sport climber
Sonora Ca
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Feb 26, 2017 - 09:35pm PT
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My buddy tossed his kippers on the Leaning Tower. Not pretty.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2017 - 02:45pm PT
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They can flutter. I think a chicken could pull off the drop.
A visitor to the Glacier Point Mountain House, operated on a lease from the commissioners by James McCauley,
Derrick Dodd concocted this classic story, too good to pass up for inclusion here.
Derrick Dodd's Tough Story
(reproduced from "100 Years In Yosemite")
As a part of the usual programme, we experimented as to the time taken by
different objects in reaching the bottome of the cliffe. An ordinary stone
tossed over remained in sight an incredibly long time, but finally vanished
somewhere about the middle distance.
A handkerchief with a stone tied in the corner was visible perhaps a thousand
feet deeper; but even an empty box, watched by a field glass, could not be
traced to its concussion with the Valley floor.
Finally, the landlord appeared on the scene, carrying an antique hen under
his arm. This, in spite of the terrified ejaculations and entreaties of
the ladies, he deliberately threw over the cliff's edge.
A rooster might have gone thus to his doom in stoic silence, but the sex of
this unfortunate bird asserted itself the moment it started on its awful
journey into space. With an ear-piercing cackle that gradually grew fainter
as it fell, the poor creature shot downward; now beating the air with
ineffectual wings, and now frantically clawing at the very wind, that
slanted her first this way and then that; thus the hapless fowl shot down,
down, down, until it became a mere fluff of feathers no larger than a quail.
Then it dwindled to a wren's size, disappeared, then again dotted the sight
a moment as a pin's point, and then--it was gone!
After drawing a long breath all round, the women folks pitched into the
hen's owner with redoubled zest. But the genial McCauley shook his head
knowingly, and replied:
"Don't be alarmed about that chicken, ladies. She's used to it. She goes
over that cliff every day during the season."
And, sure enough, on our road back we met the old hen about half up the trail,
calmly picking her way home!
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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Sep 14, 2017 - 06:10pm PT
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Has your bird had his wings clipped? If so, give him a wingsuit.
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Small cat is absolutely OK after such fall.
Let us know!