Every year, a few guys choose this option. They tend to be younger men, mostly because such fellows are immortal. There is an old fable about this in the military in which some green airborne troops are receiving a final word before a dangerous mission. “Men,” barks their commander, “I’m not going to lie to you. There’s a good chance that only one in three of you will survive.” In the fable, every soldier casts sideways glances at the guy to his left and right. You poor suckers, he thinks, I’m going to miss you guys. So it is with falling out of treestands.