Give Me Some Slack | Dirty Rotten Survival

This is it. This is the spot, baby! See this slot right here? This is pretty good. So just confirm this is better than an RV ride to a gas station?

Yeah, it's definitely more manly. You better believe it! Right, we'll get you down there, we'll get some water, and then you have a nice little walk in the woods back.

Yeah, I will! Right, the guys don't have proper repelling gear, so Dave is forced to make a rudimentary harness with just a short length of rope and a carabiner. Far from ideal for a descent of more than 70 ft.

Right, that doesn't look very tight, fella. Last time you put me in one of those, I spoke soprano for a month. This is going to be nasty.

Dave, that's slippy!

I got you here, fell. All right, give me some slack, brother.

You got it! It's on you, it's not on me. Now I'm trying to keep this stupid thing—oh man, hold on Dicky, tell me when you need some slack.

Yep, slack! You got it. How we doing, DvE?

Good, man! Come on, Dicky!

Yes! All right, it's all yours.

Oh, you're such a fine person! Here we go. Water weighs 8.34 lb per gallon, so hoisting 5 gallons up a 70 ft landslide isn't as easy as one might think.

That's nice and heavy.

R, I'm out of here! H, water's coming out!

That's cool—dribble, dribble.