Well first of all I would not reccomend drinking alot of coffee before getting in the stand. It was in Comer, Georgia and it was Thanksgiving weekend I think. My 8year old son was with me. After we got settled in to our tree it didn' t take very long with the cold and the coffee to do a number on me. Three hours went by with me fidgiting and finally I said its time to go relieve myself. I started down the ladder when my son said, " hey dad here comes one." I made my way back up to my .243 w/scope if your wondering how I could not spook him and dropped him right after my son said, " don' t gut shot him dad." Thats how I got to experience my first thanks to my son. He was a nice 6 pointer. Sorry no pics.