About 13 years ago was hunting on public land in Illinois in an Ole man climber. Was about an hour from the truck with nobody within hearing distance. Got about 12 feet in the air and one of the pins popped out of the arm and the seat disappeared underneath me. My feet were strapped in and I hung upside down for I dont know how long. In a final act of desperation I was trying to break my ankle and the plastic buckle on the strap broke clean in half. I have no memory of falling. Next thing I know im sitting on my but underneath the tree. Nothing hurt and I couldn’t even feel where i had impacted the ground. I was sure shook though. Like all the rest of these stories the Lord was looking out for us.

Last edited by Ant67; 12/15/23 03:12 PM.