HAMMER TIME, or GET HAMMERED
If you are going to be placing pins or hand drilling on your next big wall adventure or first ascent death mission and you think you don't need the Yosemite Hammer... you should buy the Yosemite hammer and hit yourself in the head with it repeatedly... maybe that will knock some sense into you!!! Then you will realize YOU NEED THIS THING. The square head starts to make sense once you you're torqued into a side cramping right angle of doom, teetering in your aiders on a manky copperhead trying to paste a beak into a right angling corner while praying you don't poop yourself. And that little hole on the sharp end of the hammer is for your funkness, and I don't mean your George Clinton p-funk swagger, I mean the slender strand of wire that the follower uses to remove that expensive piton rack of yours so you can go pound it in another cliff later. I've also used mine to break a frozen padlock on my garage, and think of the steeze if you bring it to your next carpentry gig, or wear it to the bar as a necklace...PIMP.