This past archery season I'm all set up in my stand and it's still dark. I hear something on the tree in front of me and in the light of the sky, I see what looks like a chipmunk in the branches. So I lean back against my tree and I'm just standing there watching him. All of a sudden I see it leap from the tree and "I think that's a flying squirrel, he's coming at me!!"

Thwap! He's now stuck on my thigh!!. So here is me, all 6' 210#, trying to slowly shake my leg and not rock my API climber out of the tree and he's not budging. So I reach down and try to swat and he jumps away. I spent the next few minutes trying to look around and see if he is on the seat, in my bag etc. Definitely an exciting morning.