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Harriest predicament you've ever found yourself in while in the woods?
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<blockquote data-quote="bowhunterfanatic" data-source="post: 5279448" data-attributes="member: 7450"><p>Back when I was in college I came home one Friday afternoon for the weekend. Wasn't planning on hunting that afternoon as it was warm and I had plans that night, but I changed my mind at the last second. I had a climber hung watching a salt lick right behind my mom's house. I had actually told everyone that I'd normally tell where I was hunting that I wouldn't be hunting that evening, so nobody knew where I was at. I walked back behind the house and started going up the tree in an ol man climber. Made it about 8-10 feet when it all went wrong. Without realizing it I was grabbing the stand with my right hand directly underneath the pin that holds the stand together. It caused the pin to work it's way up out of the stand, so when I went to sit down to pull my feet up I just fell straight backwards. I felt like it all happened in slow motion. Fortunately for me the foot straps held my feet tight so I ended up just hanging upside down by my feet. The first thing I realized was that my phone had fallen out of my front pocket on the fall so I couldn't call anyone to come help me out. After regaining my wits I realized that I was going to have to do a sit-up and pull myself back up on the foot platform. I probably did 15-20 sit-ups over the next 10-15 minutes (that seemed like hours) but the top half of the stand was connected to the foot straps, and the weight of the stand hanging down below me had the foot straps cinched so tight that I couldn't get my feet free each time I'd do a sit-up. After what I'm guessing was 20 or so minutes I had finally lost enough energy that I couldn't do any more sit-ups and was starting to get scared. I knew my brother would be coming home from work soon so I just started yelling hoping he'd hear me when he got out of the vehicle. I'm not sure how long I yelled, but it was long enough that I had nearly lost my voice when I finally started hearing a 4-wheeler. By this time I was hurting pretty bad and was scared to death. Come to find out, my mom's next door neighbor, who lives probably 800 or so yards from where I was hunting, was inside with no doors or windows open and heard me screaming. Not knowing what was wrong they called 911 and set out to find whoever was yelling. He finally got to me and had to stand up on the back of his 4 wheeler, hold the bottom half of stand, and give me enough support that I could finally get my feet free. By the time we got back to my mom's front yard a nice crowd of folks that had heard me yelling had gathered. Not only that, but it just so happened when the neighbor called 911 a life flight chopper was in the area so they ended up landing in my moms front yard as well. I ended up just having two sprained ankles and a severely bruised ego out of that deal. I was beyond fortunate that it didn't go worse. I learned a lot that day and bought my first harness the next afternoon.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="bowhunterfanatic, post: 5279448, member: 7450"] Back when I was in college I came home one Friday afternoon for the weekend. Wasn’t planning on hunting that afternoon as it was warm and I had plans that night, but I changed my mind at the last second. I had a climber hung watching a salt lick right behind my mom’s house. I had actually told everyone that I’d normally tell where I was hunting that I wouldn’t be hunting that evening, so nobody knew where I was at. I walked back behind the house and started going up the tree in an ol man climber. Made it about 8-10 feet when it all went wrong. Without realizing it I was grabbing the stand with my right hand directly underneath the pin that holds the stand together. It caused the pin to work it’s way up out of the stand, so when I went to sit down to pull my feet up I just fell straight backwards. I felt like it all happened in slow motion. Fortunately for me the foot straps held my feet tight so I ended up just hanging upside down by my feet. The first thing I realized was that my phone had fallen out of my front pocket on the fall so I couldn’t call anyone to come help me out. After regaining my wits I realized that I was going to have to do a sit-up and pull myself back up on the foot platform. I probably did 15-20 sit-ups over the next 10-15 minutes (that seemed like hours) but the top half of the stand was connected to the foot straps, and the weight of the stand hanging down below me had the foot straps cinched so tight that I couldn’t get my feet free each time I’d do a sit-up. After what I’m guessing was 20 or so minutes I had finally lost enough energy that I couldn’t do any more sit-ups and was starting to get scared. I knew my brother would be coming home from work soon so I just started yelling hoping he’d hear me when he got out of the vehicle. I’m not sure how long I yelled, but it was long enough that I had nearly lost my voice when I finally started hearing a 4-wheeler. By this time I was hurting pretty bad and was scared to death. Come to find out, my mom’s next door neighbor, who lives probably 800 or so yards from where I was hunting, was inside with no doors or windows open and heard me screaming. Not knowing what was wrong they called 911 and set out to find whoever was yelling. He finally got to me and had to stand up on the back of his 4 wheeler, hold the bottom half of stand, and give me enough support that I could finally get my feet free. By the time we got back to my mom’s front yard a nice crowd of folks that had heard me yelling had gathered. Not only that, but it just so happened when the neighbor called 911 a life flight chopper was in the area so they ended up landing in my moms front yard as well. I ended up just having two sprained ankles and a severely bruised ego out of that deal. I was beyond fortunate that it didn’t go worse. I learned a lot that day and bought my first harness the next afternoon. [/QUOTE]
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