I didn't understand why, but here I was in the dark and totally disoriented. Nothing seemed right, yet I knew I was in the vicinity of my favorite tree. A little up, a little over, still nothing registered in my gray matter, and not wanting to bugger up the area, I went up the nearest tree and figured I'd take my chances. I had missed a tree I've hunted out of for years; A tree I've seen dozens and dozens of bucks from, 18 different in one morning alone; A tree I've shot consecutive opening day 8 pointers out of in '08 & '09; A tree that I had sat in just two days prior. Yet, somehow, I missed it in the dark, and here I was sitting 20' feet up in who knows where. Even in the dark, I could hear deer moving all around. In suburban hunting, everything is about low impact. You are hunting in neighborhoods, on very small patches of land. Climbing stands are the perch of choice, leaving no permanent reminders of our sport to "upset" the tree huggers living next door to the wonderful people who have given you permission to hunt on their land. It's not about legal rights, we can, by right, put up permanent stands; it's about respect and tolerance when hunting in such tight quarters. The rewards are huge, and there are 150" class bucks and better roaming the commuter town sub-divisions of the greater New York City area.