HI FELLOW BOWHUNTERS, MY STORY STARTED LAST FRIDAY I GOT OFF WORK AT 6:00 AM COME HOME SLEPT TILL 10:00AM GOT UP PUMPED TO GET IN THE WOODS, CAUSE EARLIER THAT WEEK SAW 2 NICE BUCKS, DROVE 1 HOUR TO WHERE I HUNT EXCITED TO GET IN THE STAND BY NOON CAUSE I HAD A FEELING IT WOULD BE ROCKING, WENT TO THE TREE PUT IN STEPS TO HANG MY STAND UP AT 20 FEET STOOD WITH ONE FOOT ON TREESTEP, OTHER FOOT ON TREEBRANCH AND IT BROKE DOWN I WENT, AS I WAS FALLING I CAUGHT MY ARM IN A TREESTEP DIDN" T KNOW AT FIRST BUT RIPPED IT OPEN, WHEN I HIT THE GROUND I FELT MY RIGHT ARM HURT BUT DID NOT THINK THAT IT WAS BROKE, SO AS BEING THE DIEHARD BOWHUNTER THAT I AM I WAS ACTUALLY GOING TO CLIMB BACK UP THE TREE AND HANG THE STAND UNTIL I FELT BLOOD RUNNING DOWN MY ARM, AND LOOKED AND SAW THAT IT HAD RIPPED AN ENORMOUS HOLE IN MY ARM, SCARED I KNEW I HAD TO GET TO THE HOSPITAL WITH ARM BLEEDING HELD AGAINST MY CHEST TO KEEP FROM BLEEDING OUT HEADED TO MY TRUCK DROVE DOWN THE HILL TO MY UNCLES HOUSE AND HE DROVE ME TOTHE HOSPITAL, GOT 10 STITCHES IN MY ARM FROM THE TOP OF MY BICEP TOTHE BOTTOM OF MY ARM, NOW THE FUNNY THING IN THE MEANTIME WHILE I AM AT THE ER GETTING SEWED UP MY COUSIN WENT BACK TO THE TREE TO GET ALL MY GEAR CAUSE I COULD NOT CARRY IT OUT AT THE TIME AS HE WAS COMING OUT HE SAW 2 SHOOTER BUCKS HEADING RIGHT FOR MY STAND THAT I HAD ALL SCENTED UP, HE SAID IF I WOULD HAVE BEEN IN THE STAND I WOULD HAVE HAD A 10 YARD SHOT AT A BIG 8 POINTER AINT THAT A KICK IN THE PANTS, SO YESTERDAY I WENT DOWN TO MY UNCLES HOUSE AND MY AUNT SAID HE EAS OUT TRIMMING AND HANGING STANDS FOR THIS WEEK, HE CALLED ME WHEN HE GOT BACK AND SAID THAT HE WENT BACK A HUNG A STAND FOR ME SO I DID NOT HAVE TO CAUSE OF MY ARM(HOW ABOUT THAT FOR A UNCLE) CAUSE I AM INTICIPATING HUNTING BY THE END OF THE WEEK, I SIT HERE BUMMED AIN" T ALLOWED TO GO TO WORK TILL GET STITCHES OUT AND ALL OF MY HUNTING BUDDIES ARE CALLIN ME SAYING THERE HEADING OUT AND ALL I CAN DO IS SIT HERE TALKINK ON THE PC WE AS BOWHUNTERS LOOK FORWARD TO THIS TIME OF THE YEAR EVERYYEAR, AND HERE I SIT, BESIDES GOD AND MY FAMILY BOWHUNTING IS MY LIFE IT IS WHAT I LIVE FOR , WEEL THE MORAL OF THE STORY HER IS FOR GODS SAKE BE CAREFUL IN THE TREE AND WHERE A CLIMBING DEVICE OR YOU COULD BE SITTING HERE LIKE I AM DURING THE RUT THE BEST TIME OF THE YEAR