My brother and I were dog hunting once when we were teenagers. We were about 70 yards apart and in sight of each other. I had walked up a blown over pine tree that was leaning against another pine until I was about ten feet off the ground. Just as I reached the spot I was aiming for, (lower limbs of the blown over pine) the bark slid off the tree under my feet. I sat down hard as my feet shot out from under me. I was able to balance myself for a couple of beats but I was slowly falling backwards and I was desperately grabbing at a limb right next to me. I dropped my shotgun in the process and managed to grab the limb just as I was going over backwards in slow motion. Of course the limb held for half a second before snapping. As I slid off the trunk of the tree, my left boot (rubber slip-on boots) caught in the fork of the limb I had just snapped off. This stopped my progress for about another two seconds with me hanging completely upside down before I started slipping out of my boot. I finally ended up on the ground uninjured and laughing so hard I thought I was gonna croak from lack of oxygen. My bother said he was trying to come help me, but I looked so stupid falling out of the tree, he was completely helpless with laughter by the time he got to me. He said he could tell I wasn't hurt because he could see the bushes under the tree shaking and he could hear me laughing hysterically.