The stories they could tell...

[PassnItOn]

Don't you wish those old tree stands could talk

[GarGuy]

Looks like it had an old stand in it

[Gumbo Man]

No. What happens in the woods should stay in the woods.

[curtintex]

Talking tree stands scare the **** outta me!


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[3ChordTruth]

Don't you wish those old tree stands could talk

X2, I think about that when I read of or see a “Bicentennial Tree”, the history these old friends have gone through is just a cool thing to me.

[LivinADream]

Talking tree stands scare the **** outta me!


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Pansy

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[bobc]

There are a couple of boards still left up in an old oak on our place. Was a platform Pops built in his twenties. He’ll be 81 next week. I admire em every time I drive by em.


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[Pstraw]

We have a couple trees that have nails for the steps and platform that have just about grown over the nails. We've had the place 30 yrs. and they were here when we bought the place.

[UncleBubba]

The stories they could tell...

We have a couple trees that have nails for the steps and platform that have just about grown over the nails. We've had the place 30 yrs. and they were here when we bought the place.

On my uncles place in Red River County there’s probably 20 trees with story’s, one involving my dad falling out of it before my time. As a kid I’d look up at those trees and wonder why there were random nails in no pattern I knew of circling the tree. Uncle Roger knew if he put them that way he’d be the only one that knew how to get to the limb or platform. As a kid I’d get halfway up and start to look around not knowing the next one was on the backside of the tree. God I loved that man and his little slice of heaven.

[OldRiverRat]

What’s funny is the fact that you generally end up with a stand very near one of those old forgotten stands and there is a reason!

I do wish trees could talk. There were several “hanging trees” in my home town. Different subject but I’m a history guy so I’m always interested in knowing what took place and why.


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[Benno]

Drive by my dads old stand every few weeks to fill protein feeder. Just couple of old rotten boards left barely hanging on (mainly because the tree had grown around them) in a now dead ready to fall any minute oak. Thinking about it now opening day of this past season was 40 years since the first time I climbed that tree with him. I’ll never forget that stand, he had already been hunting for it for years, 3 2x4’s nailed to the base of he tree then climbed limb to limb to a few pieces of old barn wood towards the top of the tree. One of the highest stands I’ve seen. At 9yrs old I was rethinking my eagerness to hunt with him as a norther was blowing with the temps around 40* and not tall enough to reach and step to the next limb at several points. He would stop, reach back, grab me by the forearm and pull me to the next level. I was scared to death with tears starting to fill my eyes by the time we reached the small barely enough room for one person platform that seemed 300’ high as daylight was just showing enough to make out shapes at the ground below. 2 of the shapes appeared to be moving and after a few more minutes of sun cresting towards the horizon it revealed they were both bucks. 1 was a huge majestic deer with antlers reaching towards the sky and width to match the height, his running buddy, a spike. Not 10minutes after after the horrifying experience of ascending the tree there was a monster of a deer laying dead less than 100yrds from the tree I sat in. There was approximately 30 seconds of excitement when the thought of descending became a quick terrifying realization. Getting down was going to be much worse than going up. One of the happiest moments I had at the tender age of 9 was when my feet made contact with the earth. The excitement quickly returned as we made the short walk to the beast with six scoreable points and a rack with a min spread of at least 10”. There was no scoring a deer in 1982 but I would guess this deer went in the range of 60” and lived to the ripe age of 1.

Thanks for bringing back the memory, I see that stands remains routinely but seldom recall that morning.

[Snowflake Killa]

What’s funny is the fact that you generally end up with a stand very near one of those old forgotten stands and there is a reason!

I do wish trees could talk. There were several “hanging trees” in my home town. Different subject but I’m a history guy so I’m always interested in knowing what took place and why.


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So true.

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[PYBUCK]

We had a lease with the Pecos river running thru it. In the time before feeders, we would build a " tree stand" in every tree that had a trail close to it. There were piles of driftwood everywhere along the river. We used old wood from the piles to nail in the trees. We were lucky every one of us didn't fall out of a tree

[db@100]

Yes, but some of them stories I wouldn't want everyone to hear!

[PassnItOn]

Looks like it had an old stand in it

Yes sir, there are a few more old 2 bys scattered about. Frio river bottom, McMullen county on small place we bought a few years ago.