Long story short: I was sitting in a friends tree stand this morning. One of those types that uses ratchet straps to hold it to the tree. Everything seemed fine, it’s in good shape.
Thankfully, I am religious about using a safety harness. Without warning, one of the straps let go, the top strap, and I was dumped out of the stand, dangling in the air from my harness.
Unfortunately, I always thought if I fell off of my tree stand, I could climb back up on it, but with the stand away from the tree, there was no platform to get back up onto.
I had access to a sharp blade, and contemplated that I would have to reach over my head, to cut myself free and drop, or bear hug the tree on the way down. Either way, it was not going to be pretty.
Fortunately, I was able to reach far enough over to my left and grab the ladder.
Once I got to the ladder, I was able to get my foot on a rung and start to untangle myself. And carefully went to the ground.
Once on the ground, I really thought I was going to throw up.
The morning hunt is obviously over. And I am just very thankful that I was wearing a harness.
(I’ll go back and try to determine what actually happened to that thing, but I will never trust one of those again. Ironically, I have a beautiful Lonewolf hang-on stand sitting in the garage)