

Ted and I made it down to the river this week, and what a night it was. I'm pretty sure this is one for the history books.
When we got to the river the skies were clear and the temperature was right around 85 degrees. We piled up some kindling for a fire and I started the charcoal to roast a chicken in the cooker that I left there last summer. When everything got going, I started fishing. The fish are finally biting and I caught over 30 before I quit counting. They were hitting helgramites and artificial lures.
After a while, the skies turned dark and a strong wind came up. Just as I finished rolling up my Jeep windows, what I can only describe as a micro burst came up; the

We took shelter in the building during the second wind burst (probably not our brightest idea) and watched limbs falling from the trees around the camp. We didn't know it at the time but three trees were uprooted and downed just below the cam

Finally, after the storm settled down, the skies cleared again and


