My dad fell out of a tree stand years ago (before cell phones) and broke his ankle. It was when he was climbing down and was lucky he did not land on his bow. He fell about 12 feet. It was getting dark so he took off his camo shirt and put his white tee shirt on over his camo so he would be easier to see. He crawled about 300 yards to get to a easier place to find him. He even had to crawl through a drainage ditch with a foot of water in it with a flash light in his mouth. When he did not come home my mom got worried and we went out to find him. That was one crazy night. I still remember our van with cornstalks hanging from the undercarrige when we drove through the corn field to get him.