OUTDOOR COMPANIONS -- In 1980 I stuffed a few rocks into Gary Cassel's backpack in the darkness before our group of Spokane Mountaineers began climbing Mount Hood. He carried 10 pounds of rocks up AND down before he found them back at camp. What a man!

Thirty-three years later, he's hiring impressionable young hit-women to carry out his revenge. I'm finding rocks in the strangest places.

"I don't get mad," he told me back then at the base of Hood with a car-salesman grin on his face. "I get even."