About 30+ years ago a buddy and I were fishing a large central Alabama lake in my 14' aluminum with a 5 hp Clinton air cooled engine. We're both big, so the boat was really slow. We are in the middle of the lake when a thunder storm comes up, and we head to a small island to ride it out. Things are not too bad, so I start casting a plastic worm around some standing timber. I get snagged on a tree, and since my budget at the time did not allow me to just break it off, I waded out to retreive it. When I'm approaching waist deep lightening strikes a tree in the water about twenty feet away. My legs buckle and I go down from the shock. When I recover I blaze a trail back to the island where my buddy is lying face down. We stay on land, close to the ground, until we are sure all threat of the storm is past. We then load up and head for home. Damn if the storm doesn't circle back over us and the sky starts booming again! I've got the Clinton wide open and buddy has the paddle helping out. After what seemed like an eternity (probably 10 minutes) we reach land. We have to stop on the way home for my friend to get some cigarets (he doesn't smoke, but his nerves were shot). I see him about every 7-8 years now, and it is always the first story remembered.