Years ago I was setting up a lifeline on an old hang on stand on a piece of private that was left behind by some out of state hunters from years prior.
The tree in question was thick, limby, and covered in vines. Oddly out of character I decided to be responsible and climb said tree with a harness and LB. This was smack dab in the dead of summer (swamp season in MO). The seat of the stand was made out of cloth material and folded upwards against the tree.
As I got to the top of the ladder (after passing many limbs and diligently trying to stay tied in) I just got this weird feeling to fold down/check the seat before fully committing to whatever tom foolery was about to proceed. I reached up and folded the seat half way down and it fell the rest of the way making a loud clang. My eyes widened and mouth agape as I watch a dozen or more angry hornets spill out of their little hidey hole on the backside of the seat.
I don't know if hornets can hear but they definitely didn't notice me screaming expletives as I tore off my LB and beat feet to the bottom of that ladder.
The tree in question was thick, limby, and covered in vines. Oddly out of character I decided to be responsible and climb said tree with a harness and LB. This was smack dab in the dead of summer (swamp season in MO). The seat of the stand was made out of cloth material and folded upwards against the tree.
As I got to the top of the ladder (after passing many limbs and diligently trying to stay tied in) I just got this weird feeling to fold down/check the seat before fully committing to whatever tom foolery was about to proceed. I reached up and folded the seat half way down and it fell the rest of the way making a loud clang. My eyes widened and mouth agape as I watch a dozen or more angry hornets spill out of their little hidey hole on the backside of the seat.
I don't know if hornets can hear but they definitely didn't notice me screaming expletives as I tore off my LB and beat feet to the bottom of that ladder.