15 years old, it was my first year bowhunting. I couldnt drive yet so one of my parents dropped me off and was going to pick me up after dark. I walked the long ways to my stand, excited as could be, all by myself, bowhunting!!! I had spent my hard earned money to buy my first and only treestand and my equipment. AsI approach my stand, I see it isnt in the tree whereI left it. I see one of my steps is still in the tree way up there but everything else is gone, stolen. There I sat, alone, waiting until dark for my parents to come, all the excitement and life of bowhunting sucked right outta me. Man I hated that day. [:'(]

Thing have since gotten better, and so have the padlocks on my treestands