Name: Paul Andrew Jung

Age: 31

Home: New Paltz, NY

Sponsors: My job

In it: 3 1/2 years

The Local: Shawangunks

Memorable Ticks:
Gunks
Boston Tea Bag Party V10 FA (Robinson, Salo)
Angry Dragon Arete V9 FA
The High Price V8/9 (Solo)
Second Ascent
Nuclear Winter V11
Secret Weapon V10
Ryan's V11
The Remedy V9

Horse Den
Blood Line V10/11 Second Ascent
Crimps on a Roof V11
Van Gogh V9

Hueco Tanks
Woman with a Hueco in Her Head V10
Red Rocks, Black Velvet Canyon
Epinephrine 5.9

Dream Trip: Switzerland

The Five Year Goal: Climb new rock, meet more amazing people, travel, and enjoy life! That's all. Oh yeah, and maybe “meet the wife, make a baby and own

The Insider:

I met Paul Jung a couple of years ago when he first started climbing. My plan to mold him into a trad-climber backfired. Paul decided to concentrate on bouldering because he is scared of heights, a great trait for a climber to have. Anyway, within two years, he had established himself as one of the strong local boulderers in the Gunks. His timing was perfect; as he started to crush, a ton of new hard lines were being uncovered. Paul has been involved in many of these difficult first ascents.

When I think of PJ, I don't only think of his seven-year-old-girl-fingers wrapping around a micro-crimp while he delicately places his foot by his ear on a forty-five-degree wall. I also think about how he is a walking irony. First of all, he can climb V10 but can't do ten pull-ups. He is one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet, but he is covered in devil tattoos. Paul has the worst diet of anyone I know, and he eats like a pig, yet he is so skinny (125 pounds) that he can't carry a crash pad on a windy day.

Here are some other interesting facts about Paul: At some point he will call you DOOOOOD, he has a coat rack with the name Bowflex on it, he loves ponies, he loves to do the Hoover, he loves red meat, he started Team New Paltz, which is still undefeated (what's up NJ?), and he doesn't run - for anything.

Paul is also too weak to climb as strong as he does. He is the source of hours of laughter, he's not that ghetto, he's scared of bees and cacti, and he is able to fit his fingers in that crack. He's a rock star, and at present he's probably working on his car, eating Oreos, drinking Mountain Dew, talking about the new V13, calling a crimp a jug, crimping a jug and getting pumped, thinking about cutting another Mohawk, and he's definitely sticking to his name as an awesome climbing partner and a great friend. BIG UP! - Mike Siudy