As I sat there debating whether I should leave my stand and risk spooking anything that might be nearby or continue sitting there so as to possibly have a shot, I chose to wait. I thought I could time it just right so as to take advantage of prime hunting time and still leave enough time to make it back to camp. About 5 minutes after vowing I would sit there I realized my body was not going to cooperate. I quickly lowered my .30-06 and prepared to climb down. Unfortunately when I screwed in my (three!!!) steps I overdid the distance between them in order to get as high as I could. Going up was the hard part but I had no idea getting down would be difficult. It shouldn't have been but as I was leaving the last step my foot slipped and I fell about 3 feet. Normally this would not have been a big deal as the fall into the snow was soft. The real problem was my "distressed state" in addition to my pant leg being tangled in the last step. When I strained to untangle myself my body went into evacuation mode. With the temperature being about 10 degrees I did not look forward to undressing. I still had the delusion that I could make it back to camp. I took about 20 steps and realized that this was not going to be possible...