JUST ONE MISSTEP

I awoke early Sept. 22, 2016, with a doctor’s appointment in 90 minutes. The sun was exceedingly bright as it shined over Lake Huron, appearing as though it was on the hood of my car.

I had a lot to do that day and believed my preparation for bow season had fallen behind, as I had spent most of summer repairing hailstorm damage to my home and garage. Further, my son-in-law and grandson were expecting their stands to be up and baited, which added urgency.

UNEXPECTED TURN OF EVENTS

The day was going smoothly, and it appeared everything would go as planned. I got a bite to eat, loaded my stand, saw and various tools in the car, and then headed for the woods. I had chosen the shortest and lightest of my stands, which was straight up and down on the tree.