My current home was built by an avid deer hunter. Others have hunted here through the years as well, and left behind their deer stands. We’ve found eight so far in various states of repair. My youngest daughter and I discovered this one a few weeks ago. We’re having most un-January-like weather here in Missouri, and it would be sinful to waste every hour of that on work. So we wandered back through the woods, picked a tree stand, climbed up, and enjoyed the sunshine for a while.