As the final evening was winding down, we noticed that all the scurrying stopped, there were no chipmunks to be seen. I got an eerie feeling and the excitement level went up a couple notches. I whispered to Shane to get ready, although I hadn't seen anything, I couldn't help but think we were being watched.
The minutes ticked by, even more slowly. I about jumped out of my skin when a bolt of lighting lit up the sky followed by the crash of thunder. It was getting to be 7 or so. We both agreed to get out of the stand and sit on the ground. After 10 minutes or so, I said to Shane" It's your tag, and I will sit here til past dark, but we are going to get real wet!"
Shane looked to the south and said, " Let's go, this has been a great hunt, and I can't see any good coming from a shot bear tonight."
With thosw words, we gathered our stuff and bailed off the mountain, with lightning and thunder chasing us. We got soaked too!