I wonder how they handled their sirens, if those things aren't supposed to run long. I could hear them going for quite a long time. They had to be under a tornado warning over an hour straight. I imagine the cops were telling them when to sound them. For a long time all that seemed to be on it were myself, Bob Schafer(I hope you got east) and a couple tours.
That's kind of funny, Mike, because I was wondering that myself today. Imagine being in Dupree, and getting that first TOR. So then, how long did they sit in their shelters, and what did they do after they came out and there were more TOR's? And, crap, we're talking about TOR's for HOURS, man!
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DID NOT FRICKEN FRACKEN GET EAST! AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!! I MISSED ALMOST EVERYTHING!!!
After you left, I knew that the storm to the NW was toast, but nevertheless it looked pretty cool for awhile there, so I embraced the strategy of 1) watching that first storm until it died for good, and 2) letting the "main show" cross the road and then getting back around to the SE of it. I even called RAP to advise them that the NW cell was not producing after they TOR'd it. Except, we all know that the SOB NEVER CROSSED THE ROAD. What you had said kept ringing in my ears: "Will it turn right before or after the road?"
So, I sat just west of the precip for hours on end. Some chasers are willing to core punch. God Bless Ya. I'm not.
At one point, a tornado developed right over me, and I was in the ground circulation for a few seconds until I bailed a couple hundred yards west, LOL. (I called RAP with a report.) I think Andy G was sitting right across the road from me at the time. As I bailed west, he took off towards the core. Credit where credit is due.
Finally, I got fed up with the whole scenario and went back to Faith, where I apparently got the last vacant motel room in town. There was no electricity in town, but at the motel they had a couple cases of beer on ice in the cafe, some flashlights and candles, and about a dozen of us listened to the owner play the guitar and sang along until about midnight while watching the lightning show outside.
Once, the owner's wife saw me unlocking my motel room, and advised me "You don't need to lock your room around here, hon". After that, I didn't.
God, I love chasing.