so, i made it through the thunderstorms the first night and everything (equipment) was already dry the next morning when i got up. i got up, ate a little (bagel with peanut butter and honey), packed up and headed out. i hiked for a while, saw several mule deer does and finally came to a fork in the trail. it was either go one way that would take me back towards the truck or go the other way that would take me a good ways from the truck. i decided to set up and call for a few minutes (it was still pretty early in the morning). i did that, with no luck, and then decided to continue on the trail. while on the trail i saw some good looking timber on the other side of the creek that i might try later. i devised a plan to go back to the truck, get some more gatorade and get on another trail that would take me in another direction, where maybe i would have more luck.
on this day, it was around 85 degrees, again. as i was getting close to the truck i rounded a corner on one of the national forest roads that was closed to traffic. i was surprised to see a truck coming at me. when i got closer, i realized it was a park ranger. i talked to him for a few minutes, he told me that the forecast was calling for some pretty bad thunderstorms with lots of lightening on saturday and sunday. i decided to head back to my friend Walker's house and let the storms go bye. i'd had enough of thunderstorms. he also told me that the only elk he had ever seen in that national forest were in the southern part (i was hunting the northern part) (do remember this for further reference). i got to the truck, drove to Walker's, cleaned up, etc. and the rest will come tomorrow.
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