INACCESSIBLE
WOW: jump, great and seven. There's a potential Wendigo hunt in the middle of nowhere - how can the boys get there?
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"There's something we haven't considered about this Wendigo hunt you're so keen on, Dean"
"Oh yeah, what?"
"How we get there. It's slap-dab in the middle of the wilderness."
"We drive, Sam, that's what we've got Baby for."
"No good Dean, the nearest drivable track is a long way away."
"Well, we can get as close as possible and then hike the rest of the way."
"When I say a long way, Dean, I mean the nearest drivable track is at least seventy miles away."
"Hmmm… dirtbikes?"
"No, too noisy. Everything, including the Wendigo, will hear us coming."
"Well, bicycles then?"
"Nope, too mountainous."
"Mules?"
"Seriously Dean?"
"Well, I'm all out of great ideas Sam – what's your solution?"
"Well, there's one option…"
"What?"
"We charter a light aircraft then jump into the target area."
"Jump? You don't mean…?"
"Yes, Dean. Parachutes."
"You're joking, Sam. Tell me you're joking."
"Nope, as I see it, that's the only realistic way into the Wendigo's hunting ground. Although, then we have the problem getting out afterwards."
"Ah now, well that's one problem I won't have to worry about."
"Why?"
"Because, Sam, I will literally shit myself to death on the way down!"
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