Winds so high that you are hanging on to the tree praying for it to slow down, just a little, so that you can climb down safely, then kiss the ground and thank God that you made it there.

After gettting down, I either wonder " Why did I go up in the first place, or why did I wait so long to get down" .

This happened to me the last week of archery in PA. I had the heebie-jeebies for a while after that.