In reply to JoshOvki:
> That sounds more like a bad place to be teaching the technique than anything else.
While this will not add anything to the debate (which has in any case become fairly stale, largely an exchange of assertions), the following story may amuse. As a health warning, it comes originally from the pen of John Barry, so its relationship to the truth may be tangential at best.
The instruction in this technique was being given in this case to a bunch of squaddies by a sergeant from one of the more robust parts of Glasgow, who combined a liking for blunt language with a mischevious humour. The location selected for instruction was carefully chosen so that in the event of complete failure to axe-break, the climber would gently come to a complete standstill, while it also provided dead ground from the start point so that the result was invisible from the group of aspirant victims.
Sergeant takes first victim and instructs him to throw himself down the slope, but on no account to start the axe-break until instructed, or one of the more unpleasant of the many military punishments would be coming his way in short order. He then turns back to the rest of the group of novices and proceeds to make observations about mountain weather, snow conditions, their own general inaddequacey and worthlessness at everything in life.
Despite being a group of disciplined men trained to kill for queen and country with their bare hands, the squaddies start to get a bit restive. Eventually one of them plucks up the courage to say :
"Sarge, what about XXX?"
Sergeant turns in a flash then shouts out, in broad Glaswegian tones, "break, break, for Christ's sake break!" followed shortly afterwards by
"Oh shite"
There is a moment of stunned silence from the group, then the sergeant shrugs and says : "OK, next"