An old friend lent me a pair of Rossi 223s for the season in Big Sky. He was a Montana native and local legend. He would go up with patrol first thing and come down the mountain before anyone was on it so he could let ‘em rip. One and done. Sure big boys can press ‘em but little guys can too. You just need lots of room. I remember they were mounted a little forward so you could keep them on the ground. They were so big they didn’t fit in the tram and I would have to stick the tips out the window. Lenin and Marx, probably a 1,500 ft drop, would go in three or four turns. The Gullies could go with none. By the end of the season I was skiing the trees and could even spin on them. The most danger I was ever in though was on the lower mountain. Nothing scarier than coming over a roller going mach chicken and seeing a gaper traversing your line. If you throw those things sideways you better hold on. There’s a reason why they close the mountain and put up fences for ski races.