There's nothing like taking a good whipper on a pow day and doing 7-8 ski-free cartwheels down that perfect line you just spent half an hour scoping out. Getting hawked is really just the mountain's way of making you its bitch and telling you that you aren't good enough. As skiers, we ought to celebrate the best of times and the worst of times, and certainly nothing is as entertaining or embarrassing as someone hacking it so bad they spend the rest of the day searching for their goggles. Post up a video, story, or aftermath photo of your favorite tomahawk experience.
Here's a couple good ones to get started: