"There must be an easier way," I told myself. After over thirty years of climbing high snowy mountains and traipsing across sparse frozen plains in search of one species after another, the need for another option began to noticeably manifest itself. The mountains became higher, the distances grew farther, and the air turned thinner. The idea came to me like a thunderbolt. All I had to do was climb up in a tall tree with a good view and hang out. Little did I realize the totally unanticipated consequences of swaying in a forest breeze untold hours alone with nothing to do but wait. My musings ranged from jotting down snatches of captivating verse to laughing at the antics of friends and fellow sportsmen, from sorting out and mulling over everyday events to solving world problems and from inventing games to combat the pain of freezing to death to remembering and laughing at the borderline XXX hijinks of Wild Bill and Master Hardwick. Every pre-dawn morning, a new bone chilling adventure and a joyous heartwarming cerebral journey awaited me as I climbed high into the forest canopy for another thrilling outdoor session. Come along with me now. Let's sway in the tall pines, drink in the forest aroma, feel the tranquility of nature, contemplate the world around us, and chuckle together about the fun times.