
I shot my very first deer here, up in these cherries. The stand's remains are down in between the trunks. Only deer that I have ever taken from a tree.
When I started hunting, there were stands all over these woods. Evidently, the guys who built them don't come here anymore, for which I am pleased. The stands become somebody's "turf", and I found myself tippy-toeing around them, trying to avoid disturbing somebody's hunt. I did spend a lot of days up in various locations, though, which gave me a bird's eye view of travel patterns. Sometimes I miss sitting in them, but then I remember the cold, the butt-spasming hardness of the seat, especially in the waning hours of the day. I was always wanting to see what made that noise just over the ridge, too, and couldn't without doing the pack-it-up, lower it on the rope dance. Now I just stand up and investigate, and scare whatever it was into the neighboring state.
I have had some hunts ruined by folks barging in to build stands, too. Now, not only is it illegal to put them up, it is illegal to sit in them. That day is gone in the public woods. These days, I sometimes go to gaze at them, and remember the view, and former hunts.
Killdeer