Went out one afternoon and didn't tell anyone where I was hunting. I was using an older Loggy Bayou stand. The tree I wanted to hunt was about 24" at chest height and tapered to about 12" at 20'. I knew this wasn't going to work too well but I had it in my head I was going to hunt this tree. Got up to the heighth I wanted to hunt and the front of my stand was pointing towards the ground. I hung on the climber and locked it up level with the strap. Problem solved or so I thought. Needless to say after dark when I was ready to get down I completely forgot about the perdicament I had created for myself. I reached down and unlocked the strap and next thing you know the stand is gone and there I hang 20' in the air by my safety belt. This created a new problem. I was wearing an old seat belt type safety belt with the plastic buckle and I had it up too high under my arms. The more I tried to move to get a hold of the tree the tighter the belt got and the higher it pushed up my arms and the harder it was to breathe. Panic set in no one knew where I was at , my wife was used to me not returning until 10 - 11 oclock at night if I had good luck so she wouldn't think anything of it till at least 11. Now I was about 99% sure I was going to hang there all night and probably suffocate from trying to get out of the safety belt. They say deep down inside of everyone there is a will to survive, some how I found mine. I had completely forgotton about my legs in my panic. I wrapped them around the tree and some of the pressure on my arms and chest went away. I could breathe a little better. I can't honestly say how long I hung there but I finally calmed down and started to think. I wear a turkey vest when archery hunting to keep everthing close at hand. I knew I had a knife in it I just had to figure out how to get the pressure off my arms so I could lower them. I Started using my legs and the safety belt to pull myself up the tree. Finaly I could reach my knife. I cut the safety belt and slid down the tree. It was probably 20degrees out and I was soaked with sweat. I thanked the man upstairs for helping me and made my way to my truck. The next day I was bruised from the bottom of my ribs all the way up past my arm pits. I now tell someone where I am hunting or leave a note at my vehicle and wear a harness type safety belt.