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Not sure on the lamp, but it does resemble a frame for a swing. I'd feel a whole lot better if there were an actual swing on it.
The exterior door is probably 7' talk- 84". There are three steps to the stoop- they are likely 8" each. The door is probably more than an inch above the surface of the stoop. 84+24=108" that's 9' to the gutters of the house- low estimate.
The apparatus to me appears about as high as the gutters, although it could be camera angles. It's got to be 8 1/2 feet tall, right? That's 1 1/2 feet more than a doorway.
A 6x6 post is sold 16 feet long. So cut in halves the long parts could be 8' (Thanks, Derek, but I'll get it cut where I buy it.)
I don't know anything about hunting/eating the meat, but it sounds like it's not typical to bring a whole hunted deer home then prepare it. I think I recall a neighbor saying Rex did this, but Buckeye says the meat would be ruined. You could reasonably get a deer out of the woods in Manorville, in your truck, and home to Massapequa Park and hanging in, say, 1 1/2 hours? Is that fast enough for good meat?
Still, just how high do you need to hoist a deer? An engine? And why do either in your backyard when the driveway is more convenient to your vehicle that carries the deer it needs its engine removed?
Children's swings are not usually hung from so high in backyards, but that's part of why backyard swings are meh. I don't agree that anyone is too old to swing or spin- we all have different sensory needs that are typically more intense in childhood- but everyone is different. But as a supersnoop said, I'd feel better if there were bolts designed to hang a swing. And why not just hang a swing from the tree the apparatus is stored beneath? And why keep it too close to the fence to allow a decent swing?
Bench swings are rarely hung from so high. They are designed to move gently- not get a swing going such that you need to hold on.
It seems nefarious. But- how can it be nefarious in the back yard? The tree cover does not seem adequate for crimes or legal kinks, IMO.
MOO