Sunrise Guy
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I actually feel more secure tied in at fifty feet up than walking around below. Having broken my arm some years ago by tripping over the dog's bed in my damn kitchen, I find the feeling of ropes steadying me in the canopy very comforting. When I'm SRT'ing up an oak, past the halfway point up to forty or fifty feet, hanging out in the middle of nowhere because of the logistics needed for rigging down a given limb, I usually try not to look down too much, as I have felt momentary fear when my crappy hearing has detected a slight creaking sound, or what I take to be such, from above. At that point I feel that I must trust my judgment in the limb I chose to attach my main line to and keep climbing until I can flip my lanyard around something additional. Panic won't help so I usually stay cool, but if I hear another crack or creak I hit my descender and scrub the climb. In this case, a measure of fear is helpful, so I keep it with me.