Humper 

Oh My Jesus....

Humper? They should have called this "No-Vaseline-Reamer." "Mother" was taken, so we dropped shorts, bent over, and took our medicine like men...like whiny, weak, huddled-in-the-corner-in-the-fetal-position men.

I couldn't fit in the initial squeeze; soloed up to the ledge just below the OW. I set a #4 and blew the opening moves (which clock in at about 5.impossible) and fell out and slammed back into the ledge below. (As of this writing, nearly two months later, I STILL have rope burn scars....) I steeled up, got back in, ssssssssrruuuuuggglllllleeeeddddd up through the pain. I didn't peel, but I really, really shoulda. This thing is beastly. Topped out--I don't know how--my partner shouting: "You all right?" Shaking. I couldn't answer. I was dry heaving for about five minutes before I could set belay. Hauled my partner up who curses me to this day for forcing them to get humped.

How I absolutely love this effin' sport....

Bring your game and a #5. Push it up through the pain, and for god's sake, do Mother first if'n you're new to OW. Don't forget to wear body armor....

Yes, this thing is a soul crusher!!!!! Got the onsight but just barely... pack a lunch for this bitch pig! 5.8 my ass, it felt like a dry hump more than a old fashion hump.