So...some 25 years ago I was camping with these Hippies in the woods of North Alabama....and this one dude had this dog, and this dog fell off a cliff and into a lake and climbed up on some rocks....So...we could hear the dog barking, but could not find him...for hours we looked...But we ruled out it being down by the water because of how high and steep the cliff was.....But I'm convinced that I hear it barking......So, I let my self down this very very steep slope...find the Dog...and somehow manage to bring him back up to its thankful owner...
With tears in his eyes and a cold budwieser in his hand he passed me a big fat HogLeg and said "Brother...you are one of the last of the Ozone Rangers."