Here is another episode where if I had not acted quickly, this guy would of most certainly died.
About 8 years ago, I guess, I was visiting Crow Hill. Arriving at the base of the main wall, by Tarzan, I look up and see this guy rapping off the Lizard Head, hanging upside down, with a heavy pack on. He was absolutely motionless, and something didn't look right to me.
In a few seconds, I realized that the rope wasn't reaching the ground, and in fact he only had about 2 feet left, and of course, there was NO knot in the end of the rope. He was way up there, only about 15 feet down from the lip, facing a 60-70 foot drop, head first, onto the boulders.
He wasn't uttering a sound, while his two friends at the bottom, waiting for him, were clueless as to his predicament.
I yelled up to him to hold on and I'm coming up as fast as possible. His only reply was an almost inaudible "hurry", and I could tell he was terrified.
Again, his 2 partners were clueless. I told these 2 guys to get their asses in gear and follow me, and told them that I'll explain what were going to do, as we run up the trail. We took 2 ropes with us.
My plan was very simple, and I hoped these guys were familiar with belaying etc. When we got up to the top, I yelled down to the guy that help was on it's way, and to hold on a little longer.
I set up the 2 anchors, and it was fortunate there were trees around, which made the setup go quicker. One guy would lower me off the overhang, and the other guy would be set up to lower the guy hanging, once he let go. I took the end of the 2nd rope, with me. Both me and the guy were hanging over this overhang, and I was thinking to myself, this guy better hang on. Once I got to him, I clipped the rope into his harness with a locking biner.
I yelled up to the guy that he was clipped in and be ready to take his weight. I told the guy it was OK to let go, and in an instant he started to fall--real fast. I reacted, thinking what the hell went wrong, and I reached over, clamping down on the rope, with one hand, trying to slow him down. I assume the guy up top really wasn't prepared to take the guy's weight plus the heavy looking pack.
Soon after, the acceleration of the guy slowed dramatically, and I probably gave myself a bad rope-burn for nothing. After the guy was safely on the ground, I was lowered. The poor guy was kind of in shell shock, just sitting there, and not really knowing what to say, I went over to him and said, " I bet you will never do that again".
In hindsight, since the guy had about 2 feet of rope left, I suppose that I could of instructed him to tie a knot in both ends of the rope, but I really didn't think of it at that moment, and who knows if that would of come out well.
After retrieving my gear from his 2 partners, I decided to do a few laps on my favorite climbs, irregardless of my rope burn, since I had driven an hour to get there.