one time out at beacon i was doing some gardening. i was wearing a pair of these leather gloves that cover your arms all the way up to your elbows and was pulling out a bunch of poison oak. out of the blue a falcon lands on my glove and tells me that i must terminate all sport climbers..... hence the end of the bolt war at beacon.
i loved getting swooped by those falcons... what a cool thing to experince nature in nature and not at a fucking zoo.
stewy, next time your in that situation, just think to yourself. what would the crocodile hunter do?