Sit-Start Scavengers

The other day I went out to the boulderfield and ran into a posse of local bouldering glitterati. Shiny, young and muscled, they roved like a pack of sit-start scavengers, tearing at the boulders, desperate to make their mark. Cameramen in tow, the strongest among them lead the jackal pack to the nearest overhang. He lifted a leg and pissed on a bush they all backed away. He sat to work on a few hard moves and eventually the problem went. A quick shoulder massage from his friend of lesser size, and off those jackals went.