That stuff happens to the best of us. I am a big guy and when it is time to leave I have a time getting things togethr and down. I was hunting one evening and I lowered everything and started to climb down the ladder and I heard a stomp and turned to see a big boy staring back at me. I did nt see him again until he was killed during shotgun season by another guy in my club. Good luck and maybe next time you will get him.