Nothing.
The pines looked climable though. He his the deer under some leaves, and made his way to the top of an incredibly tall spruce. Leaning down he looked at how far up he was. A good fifty feet, he thought. Resuming his climb, he heard a crack come from below his feet. The spruce's top branch did not support him, and he fell "a good fifty feet", to the unforgiving ground below. He let out a cry as his back slammed on the twigs and bracnches. Trying to move, he found it impossible and lay there.
But in the darkness.....a snarl.
He sat motionless as a troll the size of a man and a half stood before him. It leaned down and sniffed his body. "Noooooooo!!!!!!!!" He screamed as the troll picked him up and dragged him through the woods. Unable to help himself, he could only watch as it dragged him into its lair for its hungry children. Muffled cries and shouts came from the cave, as well as the sound of snapping bone. And a hunter wondered why an abandoned deer would ever be left lying at the base of a spruce.