What do you consider to be the optimal height for a tree stand (climber)?
I went hunting Saturday and was in my tree stand before the sun came up. Once it was light, I began to glass the area looking for signs of life. There, a fox. Beneath me, a family of chipmunks began to emerge from a stump to gather food and play around under the warming rays of light. A small bird then landed on the forward lean rail. In my mind, I could hear Bob Marley singing, “It’s going to be a bright, bright sunshining day…”
Then, in the far distance, I spot another man sitting in a climbing stand. The thing was that it looked like he had climbed only about 4 inches up the tree. I stared for a few minutes and then took my eyes of the glass in order to shake my head, and then I looked again. Yep, he had merely attached the seat and the standing platform to the bottom of the tree. I wanted to laugh loudly at the oddness of a man carrying a tree stand into the woods, only to attach it to the bottom of the tree for a place to sit. But this only lasted until I saw the other man. At a 90 degree angle from the first guy was another man in a climbing tree stand. Incredibly, he was about 100 feet off the ground in the tallest tree for miles. He must have had to climb for several hours to get that high or maybe he was inserted by aircraft. At first I did not believe my eyes since I lost him now and then in the clouds. He could have planted one of those small National Geographic flags at the crest, or communicated with people 3 states away using semaphore flags.
I did not get a deer that day, but I was quite proud to add this Laurel and Hardy epic tale to my list of hunting stories. (A representational graphic using only one, 100-foot tree has been added).
I went hunting Saturday and was in my tree stand before the sun came up. Once it was light, I began to glass the area looking for signs of life. There, a fox. Beneath me, a family of chipmunks began to emerge from a stump to gather food and play around under the warming rays of light. A small bird then landed on the forward lean rail. In my mind, I could hear Bob Marley singing, “It’s going to be a bright, bright sunshining day…”
Then, in the far distance, I spot another man sitting in a climbing stand. The thing was that it looked like he had climbed only about 4 inches up the tree. I stared for a few minutes and then took my eyes of the glass in order to shake my head, and then I looked again. Yep, he had merely attached the seat and the standing platform to the bottom of the tree. I wanted to laugh loudly at the oddness of a man carrying a tree stand into the woods, only to attach it to the bottom of the tree for a place to sit. But this only lasted until I saw the other man. At a 90 degree angle from the first guy was another man in a climbing tree stand. Incredibly, he was about 100 feet off the ground in the tallest tree for miles. He must have had to climb for several hours to get that high or maybe he was inserted by aircraft. At first I did not believe my eyes since I lost him now and then in the clouds. He could have planted one of those small National Geographic flags at the crest, or communicated with people 3 states away using semaphore flags.
I did not get a deer that day, but I was quite proud to add this Laurel and Hardy epic tale to my list of hunting stories. (A representational graphic using only one, 100-foot tree has been added).
