Some incredible stories in this thread. Emotional highs, emotional lows, times of joy and times of sorrow. I’ve enjoyed reading them and going along with you guys. I don’t have too many stories of interest but here’s a cliff note version of mine…

Way before Southwood became the proficient public land killer that he is, we made a bow hunt together. We hunted that morning, climbing separate trees just beside each other…honestly don’t remember if we even saw a deer. The hunt was over so we descended. When Matt went to jump from his climber that was 30” (that’s inches, not feet) off the ground, somehow got his feet tangled, and he landed belly flop on the forest floor. And then proceeded to sprint through the central Alabama pines for 50 yards as if something was chasing him for absolutely no reason at all.

The learning curve on climbers was steep for him.