I was fishing with my dad back in 94 on Swift Creek Rez when a lightning storm came up on us, We were fishing against a tree lined bank and never saw it coming. Of course, our trolling motor had died earlier and we were just drifit/paddling along back to the ramp. I've been shot at and was never so scared in all my life. It was like God was practicing archery except he kept missing. We ended up jumping out in 3 feet of water, picking up the jon boat and sliding it on to shore behind some dude's house whose parents were out of town. The whole time he was like..."Wow....that's AWESOME man!" Watching the bolts. Ever since then, no siree, I don't mess around.
RIP