Wind yesterday reminded me of a nursery rhyme from childhood:
Rock-a-bye deer hunter, in the treetop
When the wind blows, the treestand will rock
When the bough breaks, the treestand will fall
And down will come deer hunter, treestand and all
Ok, my parents never sang that to me, but I think it may have applied yesterday.
Also, good news for someone...I drive by someone's ground blind almost daily on my way to work. It was still there this morning.