Remember your first confrontation with a wide-open beaver? Was a neat wedge of Astroturf calmly staring back at you? No, it was a wild, gnarly, frightening thing - hence Rodney's nostalgia for that first contemplation of the abyss. Venturing off the trail, he goes hunting for untrimmed, uncombed granola natural hair. Keeping his cock on a short leash, his lens zooms lovingly into their hairy armpits, thighs, arms, nipples and butts. When he gets to their vaginas, his tongue cuts through the underbrush.