One of the toughest hunts I've ever endured......the lines at the grocery store were dense and the freezer section was picked pretty clean from years of offering too many coupons.......I found a nice ambush location that had definate fresh sign of a freezer section stock clerk and his route through a nice transition area. I waited and waited for what seemed like an eternity and finally my prize peaked through the swinging doors of the stock room and out into the early morning light of the flourescent bulbs.......I steadied myself and calmed my nerves as it drew closer and closer. The moment of truth had arrived and with every ounce of energy I had left I reached out and asked the young kid if he would toss me a bag.......he said "What kind?".........I responded "waffle.......of course".......as if I would take anything less.....being the "trophy" hunter that I am. It truely is a wonderful feeling of satisfaction to know that I got the chance at that bag of waffle fries because I had the skill and discipline to let so many other "lesser" bags of fries walk........knowing full well that they may fall prey to another fry hunter not as skilled or knowledgable as myself and I may never see them reach their full potential as a fry.......it is a price worth paying and even though many days I go home fryless I still have a deep satisfaction knowing that I am a better fry hunter because I don't just take any sliced potato out there just to say "I got one"