HOMAGE TO THE LEANER
Despite my acrophobia there does exist a tree I climb without complaint. It’s a beast of a tree, a towering hemlock in which I constructed a treestand more than two decades ago. My stands are strictly DIY, a self-design allowing me to sidestep those ghastly tiny aluminum jobs that I cannot believe humans willingly stand up on.
Mine is a trustworthy design, all comprised of rugged treated lumber. Two vertical supports are leveled and lagged securely onto opposite sides of a tree and tied together by a rigid cross piece screwed down into precisely measured notches to forbid horizontal shifting. The framing supports an ample plywood platform. When hunting,
