I received permission to hunt a nearby farm last year. I didn't set any tree stands because I wasn't sure how much I would hunt it and figured I would use my climber. One afternoon I decided to slip in and hunt the evening over a heavily travelled creek crossing. I set up my climber, went up the tree and began to pull up my bow. All of a sudden a six point that was bedded down less than 20 yards away came bustin' out of the brush, scared me to death as I nearly fell out of the tree. Afterward I laughed as I thought about what that deer must have been thinking watching me wrestle with my climber, fiddle withmy bowrope getting tangled in the surrounding branches as I went up the tree and verbally convincing myself that I actually enjoy doing this.