The logging crew that decides to throw 2 full grown pine trees across the only ATV trail to access "your" property. It's 6:00 AM and 32 degrees and you have all your gear only find that you can not get to your own property. Upon inspection of the only other alternative route you find it too has full grown logs across it as well. You decide with reckless abandon you "will" hunt this day regardless. You attempt to go thru the woods around the log's treetops thru the surrounding woods. In order to do this you must perform motocross type skills over unexplored terrain and saplings in the dark with little to no hesitation. In the process ofriding down one of said saplings,ATV suddenly develops the mind of a PBR champion behemoth and comes down in a twisting, bucking motion and slams the upper cam of your$1000 bow into a full grown pine.(Much swearing and wishing for logging crew's demise follows)After succeeding in getting around said trees, you find that there are 3 more huge treetops crossing your trail. Again, with a bowhunter's resolve, you literally jump said tree-tops in sheer determination to make it to you stand before daylight. Upon unloading your climber from the ATV you look for your $100 rechargeable Mag-Lite only to find it is probably under the tree-tops-from-hell that will soon be skidded to the nearest delimbing station that is running at full force throughout the morning in your hunting utopia background. Said Light later found 6 inches from creek crossed in route to stand. This is not your typical morning but I just had to get this out. (Last Monday's hunt)

Oh, and I must not forget the nail head from a past permanent stand in the fork of 3 trees. After being the deer stalker extroadinaire getting set up in the darkness, you begin to climb. Notice this is only the beggining. Each time you lift the bottom portion of the climber it will not budge. You try to force it but to no avail. Finally in desperation you must turn on the headlight to penetrate the total darkness and see what this "thing" is that will not let you climb. Oh, just a rusty nail head. No problem. Until you find that even the best contortionist could not reach the cable of your climber to remove it from said nail. Why did I choose a climber for this mission? At this point I am not sure. After much struggling and hanging over the edge of the top portion of my climber with toes hooked under shooting rail, I manage to defeat the rusty nail of Satan. (Only to hunt all morning with no deer sightings) That's why I love this sport.

LT