I was doing a late afternoon treestand hunt for whitetails. Stood until dark, attached my pull-up rope to the bottom tip of my almost new Predator Classic and lowered it to the ground. Pumped down the tree on my Lone Wolf climber. Got to the bottom of the tree, pulled out my flashlight to see where my bow was so I wouldn't land on it when I jumped off the stand... and it wasn't there. Gone! wtf Did my buddy John come sneaking in as I was lowering myself and grab my bow? Hold it. Here's the rope, and it goes right down the trunk... oh no. Usually when you lower a bow it just goes flat on the ground. This time it was standing on it's upper tip leaning vertically along the trunk and I had pumped my Lone Wolf right down the lower limb, which now had all my weight on it so it was twisted like a pretzel between the trunk and those knarly grabber teeth on the LW!!
Pumped back up, flopped the bow down and she sprung right back into shape. It cut a couple fiber glass fibers, but I sanded it out, put some crazy glue on her and put her back to work.