Some years ago, I was bowhunting on a high ridge over Labor Day when we had a freak snowstorm roll in. Before it was done, there were 4" on the ground. As I was moving along the ridge in heavy snow and very low clouds, the thunder started popping very close to me. I couldn't see the lightning through the snow and clouds but the ground was shaking. I bailed down off that ridge as fast as I could move in the slick, wet snow and didn't stop until I was at the creek. I just wasn't interested in close up observation.
