So off we go on a great adventure to erect a tree stand. I am riding in the tractor bucket. It got kinda rough before we arrived at THE SPOT but it sure gave me a different perspective.
with my Fat Babies and painting pants
Enjoying the view but not the bumps
With much struggling the stand is up!
See the rope?
Yep that's my hand holding it. In the beginning that was all that was holding it against the tree. You have to climb this stand, adjust it, tie it to the tree and test it.
We had a few problems and conversations about the ratchet straps while I contemplated how I could murder my husband. It wasn't close enough to the pond to knock him out and throw him in. An "accidental" fall would not kill him and would mean more work for me...so I helped. With teeth gritted. With my mouth shut.
I won't tell you how many times my heart stopped. I cannot repeat much of what was said because my blog would no longer be G-rated. Two straps are ratcheted with colorful adjectives and a third strap wrapped and tied for extra safety. The bar you see hanging is adjusted tight against the tree with only half the comments as the straps received.
The opportunity passed for many homicidal ideas I had while the King tested his throne. He has issued an Executive Order that limbs must be trimmed.
Enough done for this day but soon I will climb into that bucket and be lifted to the tree tops with a limb trimmer in my hands. Yeah, another opportunity!
I was not paid by the King or Ariat for this post.