Last summer 2 buddies and I were back in the swamp relocating a stand. Long story short, my best friend, who’s hunted from treestands his entire life, fell 20′ and almost died right in front of me. With the aid of 3 local volunteer rescue departments and some County Deputies we were eventually able brush a trail and carry him out on a backboard 1/4 mile through some nasty conditions to a waiting Med-chopper. I then had to hightail it back to the cabin to pick up his wife, who had heard all the sirens, and drive her to the hospital – not knowing what we would find out there. This was the longest 60 minutes of my life. He survived and is back hunting, but has a dandy scar and permanent metal brace holding his wrist together.
Oh, and the airlift ride to Duluth: $29,800. My buddy, with an indomitable attitude quipped that he never even got to look out the window.
Think it can’t happen to you?