A few years ago I leave the house walking up to my favorite ridge and hear something walking behind me. I wait and see it's an old orange house cat we have. I throw some rocks at him and he heads back toward the house. So I go on climb my tree and about 8 the sun is starting to shine and I'm just waiting to catch a buck slipping back to his bed bow onthe hanger ready to go. I am in the zone ready for that buck. About that time something comes from behind in between my legs on the old summit platform. We'll my killer instinct strikes and I grab this beast and fling it. As I look it's the old orange tom cat with all 4s spread out like a parachute making a 25 foot drop from my tree. He hit the ground on all fours rolled and made a break to the house. Needless to say he never followed me in the woods again.