Last year someone butchered my climber. Stole the seat and the hand nuts and my safety harness, left the base lay in pieces. That was also the night that I barely made it back to the car, because i was going around looking for it and hurt myself and somehow left my longbow set alongside my car. At least I was not having the heart attack that I thought I was having.
I have had times when on a lone tree that I felt a bit vulnerable, until I got everything settled in. That feeling of nothing to crab if I were to lose my balance was unnerving. My days of easily tip toeing around on beams many feet above ground, back when I was a construction foreman, are long past. My son called it 'the widow maker'.
But still, I am not real certain how I will react when I run into anyone with that bow or someone sitting on the seat portion of my climber.