When my feet finally touched the ground, I took a moment to look at the sky. The tree tops swirled, and I watched a funnel cloud forming less than a mile to my south. I found a small washout to take cover in. I braced myself for the worst, but within moments, peace overtook the river bottom again.
The violence and fear of that day in the woods was something I’ll never forget. It has caused me to be extra cautious about weather conditions when I hunt, especially if I’m hunting alone. It helped me appreciate peace when I’m in the field.