After a heroic winter ascent of the Haystack, I was spent. My partners had turned back early, near the interpretive site, after narrowly escaping the Cougar. I was now alone, and after the superhuman effort on the exposed buttress, I was near death. The only thing I had to keep me alive was the sealed package of Horsecock in my chest pocket. With feeble fingers I tried in vain to open that tube of life, but the lights were going dim. Suddenly the horsecock was grabbed out of my hands. With the strength of five men, Wilber tore open the package, chewed it for me, and fed me mouthful by mouthful. I owe the man my life. You owe him your respect.