I would caution against using a harness like that if your application is deer hunting or anything where you are likely to be alone.
If you take a fall in that kind of harness, you are likely to need rescue and, in the meantime, can die of suspension trauma.
@narfcake Yeah, I know. But people regularly use them for hunting, and few people have any idea that they can kill you.
OSHA is a lot more concerned about back injuries from a fall than suspension trauma, though people do die on job sites from it as well.
@Limewater@narfcake@sammydog01 I’ve fallen while wearing a similar harness (driving a piece of power equipment). It sucked. Luckily the racking collapsed, but not fully. I was able to crawl back onto the machine. The tether tightened quickly. It was very awkward to be hanging there while I processed what happened. I had a giant swollen bruise on my thigh for a month where I hit the metal beam.
Remembering back to my playful younger years, I useta love a pretty pair of thigh highs. Omg did they bring out my sexy!
I was working for my parents in their appliance store and thank goodness it was only my mom and I this day. Knowing I’d be seeing my boyfriend after work, I dressed up as usual, a pretty skirt and sweater and my signature boots of course. This was when I was a trend setter/rebel. Cowboy boots with dresses or skirts weren’t a thing yet, at least not in my neck of the woods. Connecticut was more prepie back then in my area down by the beach, but I wouldn’t be caught dead with a alligator embroidered across my chest! Sorry, I digress. So I was feelin pretty cute about myself that morning and decided to try something new. You guessed it, a pair of thigh highs. Hidden from everyone looking like my usual self while underneath I was a boiling sex pot waiting for my after work rendezvous with my boe. Skinny was in then, not like now when young girls are gettin butt implants to look like a Kardashian or else just eating themselves into a BIG butt! Anyways…
I wasn’t much different from anyone else of the times, always dieting and never to skinny. Well being at my thinnest wasn’t such a good thing when you wanted to dress like an adult as garter belts and sexy stockings only come in women’s sizes. Guess I forgot to mention that I had topped off my inner sex goddess with a garter belt to match my ensemble. Well being on my constant diet I apparently hadn’t realized how thin I’d gotten. Sometime around late morning, just after finishing up with a customer, I glanced down to see my lovely lace garter belt resting around MY ANKLE! Not even caught up in my boot but just laying there like a decoration on the top of my foot! I couldn’t have been more embarrassed! Sure didn’t hurt closing my sale that morning, and thirty five years later mom still hasn’t mentioned it.