Hmmmm.. several thoughts pop in my little brain right away.

Sitting in a tree stand, about 20 feet off the ground, and the sky begins to darken. Hmmm, had seen a deer a few minutes ago, I'll wait it out. Put up my tree stand umbrella as the sky continues to darken. I'll wait it out. oops. holy underwear! The wind hit the woods sounding like a horror movie in stereo. The next thing I know there are branches falling all around me, and within seconds a 50 foot tree crashes to the ground right in front of me. I don't remember climbing down, but I'm sure I set a world record. Left my umbrella up in the tree. Let the climber attached to the base of the tree, grabbed my bow, pack and hot foot it to the car. By now the rain in blinding me as it came down sideways. Branches rained down on me. By the time I got to the car I was soaked, my fletching was flat against my arrows, and when I took my boots off I could pour water out. Did I mention the lightening and my sudden desire to go home and watch football? It passed as fast as it arrived. I retrieved my gear and went home. I found out later a near by barn lost it's roof to the sudden shear winds.

Now on another note, on a different day. I saw the sky darkening, and not wanting to take a chance, took my time, got down, (left my stand attached to the tree) went to the car and watched the storm and caught a nap. Soon the storm passed. It was easy to slip quietly back to the stand and climb the tree. No sooner was I up in the tree and there were deer everywhere! As soon as the storm passed, they came out of the woorwork. Great time to hunt then, and I was dry.

so there's my two main memories on storms.