Wild Kingdom

Wild Kingdom indeed. Tom will fry in Hell for this, but when the time comes I'll try to bail him out with a glib lie - just because it is Tom. Wild Kingdom, runs up the cobbled bed rock immediately right of Wild America. The nifty sequence here comes in getting established in an untra-crunched stance in a right angling seam that is negotiated with no feet and a semi-decent undercling that has some widely spaced finger "locks". After a dozen feet of bicep buring, turn the corner on the right via good size jugs that are guarenteed to strip some flesh off your hands. The line stays sketchy until close to anchors as it remains continuously beyond vertical. Cool line, hard moves, and largely excellent stone kick up another killer line by the "Blonde Adonis".

Eight draws and a rope.