The Rodeo Spruce and the Penthouse come to mind.
That skinny spruce tree wagged pretty well in a breeze with a 200 pounder up in it.
Then that Penthouse was in the top of a big white pine and getting pretty narrow toward the top. It was right on the edge of a thick popple clear cut where the deer felt safe. Not so as a buddy and I took some nice deer out of that stand. I took a picture of a deer in the brush under that tree and it is like a Where’s Waldo?


My other auto is a .45

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