Well, I was late gettin out anyway, because I had to go to town to get my bow from a friends house. I finally got all my crap together and got to the woods at 5. Walked to the tree I scouted out a couple weeks ago for a climber my buddy had. Well, I got to the tree, found out it was too big at the bottom for the climber to go around (DOH!). Well, I looked around, there wasn't one damn tree small enough. Finally found one but 30 yards away from where I wanted to be. Said screw it, and attemped to hang it. Well, this climber has to be 10 years old and weigh close to 40 pounds or more. It took me a good 30 minutes to get it on the tree. Constantly fighting these little triangle sticker things that kept poking me, I must have had literally 1000 of them all over the front of me. Well, I tie my pull rope on. Check the seat part to make sure it will hold if I sit on it. It falls and clangs against the bottom part. Well there goes all the deer within a mile. This has to be the worse designed climber ever. I hope theres a better system than the pin and cable POS. Im sweating my butt off by this point, trying to hold the climber up and get it resituated. Then it decided to spit on me a little while. I had my bibs down around my waist trying to keep from getting too hot, but by this time my long underwear was soaked. So I just left the stand at the bottom of the tree and left. The stand is lucky it's not mine or else it probably would have ended up in the ditch on the way home.