For some reason, unknown to me, I have never thought much of getting in a hammock. Probably this has origins when the only Hammocks in my suburban life were those metal framed affairs that people set up in their treeless backyards and kids like me routinely fell out of, usually when trying to get in (or is it on) one of them.
In the salad days of my camping activity most of my ventures were above the tree line fishing in high lakes where there are no places to put one up and sleep in it.
If I had only fished lower down I could have achieved that lazy tag the europeans threw on the natives in San Salvador.