I'd rather be in a tree stand than anywhere else on earth. When I was first learning to hunt (around 10 years old) my Dad gave me a 4-10 single shot shotgun and a hand full of slugs. On our first drive of the morning he pushed 3 or 4 does my way and I started slinging lead as fast as possible ... my Dad said he thought it was someone else because "no one could reload a single shot that quickly" ... but alas, it was me, shooting at any moving brown. When the smoke finally cleared and I had run out of slugs, we found 2 does dragging themselves around in the creek 100 yards behind me. I had shot the front leg of one of them and BOTH the rear legs off the other one. My Dad laughed so hard and I was still nervously shaking and excited. He hands me 2 more slugs and says "well, go finish your job." It took a 3rd slug but I finally sent them both to their dirt nap. Then he smiles, hands me his knife and says "the fun stops when the deer drops .. get to cuttin."
20 years later I'm privileged to still be hunting with my Dad and we still laugh about that. I'm a slightly better shot nowadays ... and I still occasionally hunt with that same 4-10 ... which my 5 year old son will be using in about 5 years.
