This happened in N.C. in the Fall 1985. I had taken some time off work to do some deer hunting and had logged about 8 hours a day on stand for two consecutive days. I'd seen some small bucks, but no shooters. On the afternoon of the third day, the temperatures were getting warm and I was getting sleepy. A few of my hunting buddys were hunting the same piece of land at the same time and were less than 400-500 yards away. Along about 3 in the afternoon, I started to nod off to sleep. I was on a LocOn stand with a belt-type safety belt. I caught myself tipping to one side a few times which woke me up temporarily. Finally, I woke up when I was at the "point of no return" falling sideways off the seat of my stand. I managed to hang on to my rifle as my momentum was stopped when I came to the end of the safety belt. It snatched the air out of my lungs and I made a strange guttural niose when that happened. Needless to say, it woke me up in a big way. I scrambled to grab and put my feet on a few of the screw-in steps and managed to get back on stand rather quickly. Surprisingly,I didn't add any scratches to the rifle either. No shooter bucks passed that evening either. When I got back to the cabin, the guys who were also hunting there that day asked me what that noise was they'd heard from over near where I was hunting at about 1500 hours. I had to come clean and admit my error. The end of the story would have been much different if I hadn't been wearing a safety belt.
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