Sounds like an old Loggy BayouThe first climber my dad ever had, I have no idea the brand name, but maybe one of you will identify what it was from my description here….it had a fairly heavy seat that folded up from the foot platform. So the upper section you hold with your hands did NOT have the seat attached. It ended up just being nothing but a gun rest once you were set up. The foot platform, that you can’t EVER afford to lose out from under you, was at least triple the weight of the upper half. It also had a flat strap that wrapped around the tree that offered no bite at all, and ZERO teeth of any kind on the flip side. It was just like square aluminum tubing with some thin rubber shroud or something. If you survived your climb, you then had to squat down and pull the folded seat up into place. The seat was similar one of those tiny folding 2-part camp stools where you sit on a 6” x 8” piece of fabric, and the two bars dig into your ass cheeks and make your legs go numb…. except on this climber, the seat it was much heavier than the old school camp stools because instead of a standard cloth ass hammock, it had a heavy thermal foam pad (that absorbed water BADLY) covered in thick camo fleece. You couldn’t even lean back against the tree. You had to sit squatted forward like an old lady clinching during a power dump.
I first learned to climb with basically a modern climber (not quite, but it wasn’t too terrible), and then I tried using his old original climber one time and couldn’t believe he was still alive. It was like someone literally tried to design a climber with zero advantages.