ORIGINAL: quiksilver

Another favorite of mine is when you go into apreviously-scouted area -gonna pick a tree when you get there. So, youpick out a tree and climb it - only to realize that there is a much, much better tree only a few yards away. You stare at it. You so wish you had chosen the other tree. It just sits there, staring back - "Come climb me," it says.

The more you stare, the more attractive it becomes. It's majestic. Straight as a telephone pole. A double-trunker, with great cover. Oh baby. Come climb me.

It's like you married the ugly sister. The hot one is right there, but you just can't have it, because you're stuck with this ugly duckling of a tree.

Eventually, you quit worrying about your hunt, and become more worried about your next hunt - so you can climb this goddess of a tree and enjoy yourself thoroughly.