by lefty » Thu Jun 28, 2012 5:33 am
by Baarb » Thu Jun 28, 2012 5:51 am
by Bob Sihler » Thu Jun 28, 2012 3:15 pm
Baarb wrote:There was another post recently about gear going missing in the Sierras, though can't seem to find it in the forums atm.
by KathyW » Sat Jun 30, 2012 5:56 am
by Peakdancer » Sat Jun 30, 2012 7:39 pm
by MoapaPk » Sat Jun 30, 2012 7:49 pm
by Kahuna » Sun Jul 01, 2012 6:47 am
by WML » Sun Jul 01, 2012 9:38 pm
A5RP wrote:Had a couple of clients then a close buddy the day after, I was taking up the Right Couloir of N Peak some eight or so years ago. I left my rope, pons, tools, harness and rack stashed near the base of Left Couloir as I was returning the following day after guiding the two clients, to climb all three with one of my local Eastside buddies.
Returned early the next morning to see a crew of two older farts on the 1st P of the Left Couloir. One dude was wearing my harness, the other using my Pons and Tools and they were tied into my rope and took my rack to boot.
Well, their day instantly turned into a living nightmare. Screamed at em to get their asses down now or I would come up and tear them a new you know what for taking my shit. They came down. Got my stuff back and I then proceeded to chase them thieving fks off the hill. Told em if I ever saw them again, I would plant a tool in both of their foreheads.
Frkn thieves in the hills. They aint no climbers. Real Climbers don't jack other climbers gear. That has been an unwritten golden rule since day one back in the century before the last.
by colinr » Sun Jul 01, 2012 10:44 pm
WML wrote:Chief, is that you?
by ROL » Fri Jul 06, 2012 8:23 pm
by colinr » Fri Jul 06, 2012 8:59 pm
ROL wrote:I'm sure nearly everyone can sympathize with the OP on his loss, as we've all had similar experiences. Being the innocent victim of theft is never pleasant, but the outright venomous nature of some of the responses is almost as discouraging as the loss itself. So I offer this story on loss, though obviously not on the scale of risk as the OP, in respectful equanimity.
Back in the last century, when my wife (then GF) and I were still in college, we were readying to leave for a week of climbing in the Palisades, when we received a call from our ride requesting directions to our pickup. My wife put her loaded pack out on the lawn in front of our apartment to mark our location. Within minutes it was gone, as was my beloved REI down sweater, loaned to her for the occasion – and also the Chuckles, two 1lb. bags of candy. The other trip members quickly pitched in to get her going again with necessary equipment and the outing was salvaged completely ...except for the Chuckles. When recalling the theft we always add, "...and the Chuckles!", to the utter bemusement of any sane listener. Any question as to what my wife's nickname has been ever since?
Chuckles at Sam Mack Meadow
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