Yeah…that’s gotta make it dangerous. Greenhorns make stuff crazy.
When I was a real serious technical rock climber we dealt with the rookie types that would come around and do dumb s***…they somehow heard of the world class crags like the Shawangunks of New York, or Seneca Rocks or New River Gorge in West Virginia that I frequented with a crew…they would show up and it wasn’t just their lack of knowledge, but risky behaviour…weekend yahoos just looking to get loud. To make themselves comfortable, in crags spanning miles and with thousands of potential routes to choose from, they would of course saddle up on something right next to you that was an easy route. While you’re trying to pull an expert level climb, or something rated R or X, they are there on an easy G rated climb yelling and screaming.
It was a few times that it got so bad that we would walk over and greet them:
“Shut the f*** up or leave”
…“we have a right to be here, you can’t tell us what to do”…
“Shut the f*** up or leave. By the time they find your bodies, we’ll all be asleep in our beds, many hundreds of miles away. Not kidding.”
One guy in the crew usually had an ice axe in his hands at this point, looking like Joe Carter about to face Mitch Williams. They always left. The crew I hung with was pretty scary. A Czech dude amongst us that I would give good odds against Kimbo slice. Another friend in the crew who was always disappointed when a weekend didn’t involve a fight. About ten in the crew like this, so it was pretty easy to get morons to leave. B) It’s a pretty strange crew if I was one of the mellowest in the group!