It became apparrent the rain was not going to stop. I decided to go back to my truck. Mind you I am only 1 mile from my house. I got to the bottom of the ridge and found the small creek was now a raging river. I am telling you this thing is never more than ankle deep and maybe 6 feet wide. In the two hours I waited it had grown to about 5 feet deep and up the ridge about 10 feet. The water was raging.
Great, I am stuck here. Back to the trees for cover. Surley the rain will stop soon. Not a chance, it rained all night. The water got higher. I could have used my cell phone, but of corse it's in the truck.
Back to military training, made better cover and was able to get a fire going. I knew there was a reason I had not stoped smoking yet.
Long story short, the next morning I heard the sound of a police siren. I went down the hill to the creek, or river now, and there stood the sheriff and my wife. Before I could say a word, All I Heard Was "You Ass Hole" I have been worrring all night. What the hell is wrong with you. You could have called me. I did not say a word. I just turned around and walked back up the hill. The Sheriff yelled I will get a rope and throw it to you. I just kept walking.
I did stop and turned and said get the rope. Sometimes you just have to grab the bull by the horns and face the situation. I spent two hours cleaning that rifle and the rest of the day hearing her call everybody she ever knew telling them about this.
Theres nothing cool about being unable to get back to home or civilization. Its happen to me before but not like what you faced.
In todays world most people would have been found in the fetal position in the wide open. Good work
