Billie invited me to hunt with her on her lease. She neglected to tell me that I’d be in a lock on stand 75 feet in the air.
First thing: I am TERRIFIED of heights. Here I was thinking I was badass because I've been 12 feet up in the air in a ladder stand. I was mistaken.
Second thing: I am SHORT and CHUNKY! Climbing sticks are not made for me.
Pride can be a fairly strong motivator. We crept through the darkness to arrive at the stand. It was beautifully placed between two green fields. She assured me I would definitely see deer. I stood at the base of the tallest tree in the WORLD and tried not to poop my pants. There was no way I was wussing out. And so, I climbed.
About half way up I began to have second thoughts. Pride goeth before the fall. I was pretty sure I was about to be a literal example of that. I was sucking wind, sweat POURING down my neck, CERTAIN I was about to die when I spotted the platform. Oh beautiful safety. But wait, what’s that I see? A LIMB!
A mother trucking LIMB! That I was going to have to somehow throw my short legs OVER to get into the stand.
Billie was below me, quietly encouraging me. I began to seriously question our friendship. Had I somehow angered her? Did she secretly hate me?
Somehow, I can’t tell you how but I managed to get into the stand and immediately CLUNG to the tree for dear life. I finally secured my harness and turned around and sat. Once my heartbeat had quieted in my ears, I heard Billie below.
“Yep. Just great!”
“Ok, I’ll be back for ya in a bit. Good luck.”
I was pretty sure I’d emptied my luck bucket on the climb up.
I had a wonderful hunt. Turns out I was only 14 feet up. I saw three does and a young buck. Unfortunately none were within bow range. Despite that it was a good day.
Around 11, Billie came back to
rescue get me. Holy crap! I’d forgotten about down. What comes up, must come down?
I considered asking her to call the fire department. She gamely climbed up and then climbed down with me. Good friends are hard to come by!
I am certain that neither my climbing up OR down was pretty sight. But I am proud to say, I did it!