Getting up early, drinking coffee and walking a long ways into a treestand is a recipe for an exquisite crap. Something about it stirs my innards. As a matter of fact I was in a treestand when I had the SUDDEN urge to drop my bibs or carry a pant leg of yesterdays dinner. There I was hanging my backend over the ladderstand while staring at a group of does and trying to clean up with what dry dead oak leafs I could reach. The does stared in awe or probably disbelief Im not sure. I didn’t shoot any deer that day.
