The climbing stand you have been sitting in all day spontaniously decides to plumet two feet down the side of the tree out from under you, giving the ole' cardiac system a good workout and jerking all the slack out of your safety harness. This requires that you find a place to hang your bow, get turned around and get your feet in the straps (remember, dangling. No slack in the harness.), and get the whole thing set back up. Naturally, all this takes place just as a nice would-be-tasty doe walks into the area. She watches in bemused indifference while this struggling camo clad creature in the tree bumbles around and mutters under his breath. She then chortles and rudely prances off fifty yards or so to continue munching acorns from a safe distance.
As you may have guessed, this is a recent experiance.