So, I went hunting today, had to get in the woods early to put my new stand up. The tree I had picked out for a stand earlier in the season, somehow gained some extra foliage (I didn't notice the vine all over it). So I pressed on, put my lineman's harness on, and strapped a climbing rope around the trunk. Turns out after every step I screwed in I had to re-strap the climbing rope because of all the silly branch stubs and the vine. Eventually I was up to about 12-15 feet. Crawled back down the tree and attached a rope to the tree stand so I could hoist it up. After repeating the ascension process with the climbing rope and wresting with a 14 lb stand on a 6 foot rope getting tangled in every thing imagineable I try to set the stand up. My dumb ass realizes I need to screw in some aditional steps so I can position the stand properly. I somehow manage to tie a clove-hitch with the rope on one of the steps to hold the stand in place, then screw in the steps I needed. Then it came time to try to mount the stand. Holy crap, you would have laughed to see me there; tethered to the tree 15 feet up, only one foot on a peg, the other balancing in mid air one arm holding the stand, and the other trying to reach around the tree to grab the chain. I get the chain around and attached to the other hook on the stand, but didn't pull it tight enough.. the stand nearly fell back down the tree. Keep in mind all this is a 5 AM, and I'm working with a glowstick hung around my neck and a mini-maglite with a red lens between my teeth. I finally get the chain adjusted properly and unfold the stand. Then I have to descend and bring up my backpack and my bow. Instead of using the rope, I pull the harness tether out of my backpack and use it. This time I had a better method. Hang the tether on the footpeg at head level, take a step and move the tether to the next peg. Once I got up to the stand, then came the fun part. Start putting body weight on the stand to see if it stays. I hung my bow on an extra footpeg, unclasped the tether, and put the backpack on the stand. Moving my climbing rope up a little farther, I take the final steps to get to stand level. So here I am, 15 feet up on the side of a tree, attached to said tree with two footpegs and a climbing rope, and now I get to test out my tree stand for the first time to see if it works. One foot goes on, and I gradually increase pressure until my weight is distributed between the footpeg and the stand. So far so good. I start moving the rest of my body weight to the stand and it holds. I get the tether hooked up, check my slack to make sure there's not too much and all is good. Now I've gotta re-arrange my little square of a space I'll be residing in for the next few hours. I get my climbing rope wrapped, and stick it on top of my backpack. I get out some scent cover-up and use it. Trying to put the cover-up in the bag, I drop my mini maglite. Crap. There it is, shining red on the ground 15 feet down. Luckily it's only the 2AA-size mini mag, and I decide it's not worth the trouble to go down and get. So, resuming my task of putting the smell-not-so-good crap away, I knock my climbing rope off my backpack and it falls to the ground. Sonofabitch. Ah well, My bow and my backpack change places and I sit for the next few hours. I saw nothing, heard nothing. But it'll be allright, I'll be going back to that stand several times over the next week. It's about 15 yards away from a high-traffic area. Leaving this morning I saw all sorts of fresh tracks, it's just a matter of me being there at the right time.