speaking of falling objects...several years ago while fishing Anderson Bar, a lone banky ventured away from the crowds at Blue Creek and perched himself on the riverbank. He stood there for awhile fishing and tying up rigs. The whole time he was pelted by pebbles and small rocks that were falling from the high bank behind him. Everyone on the bar was chuckeling at him. A sled that was anchored in the hard-hat area had enough of the debris from the mass wasting landing in his boat and moved out. Not the bankie, he was determined to fish there until a small landslide cut loose high above him, knocking a boulder free, half as big as he was, that came crashing down, stopping short and landing not more than arms length away from where he stood....and talk about being paralysed with fear...the whole time he did not move an inch. He saw it coming as we all did. If it had hit him he would have been just a greasespot...glad it missed...wouldn't want to carry that memory around.