So....
He didn't have a bow rope with him, neither did I. He had his bow stuck in his backpack and zip-tied shut....(dont ask)
I tried to toss the bottom up to him but I couldn't chunk it that high... he was way up there I'm telling ya.
I had to walk to my lock-on a half mile away down through the woods and get the bow rope off of my tree-stand, come back to him and chuck him the rope (Which he missed 15 times....) He dropped the rope down and I tied on his bottom part. He brought it up, then I told him to cut 6 feet of my bow rope off so he could tie the two sections together so it didn't happen again.
Then I went to my tree laughing the entire way.
Up until I realized I needed that 6 feet of rope he cut off....
So there I was making the final 4 feet of my climb into my tree with my trousers falling down because I had forgotten my damn belt that day so I tied my rope to my belt loop and all of my gear was being pulled off the ground.
It was quite a Chinese fire-drill....lol
Hard to beleive that was 20 years ago. We still laugh like hyenas about it.
