When the Thunder Rolls

Summer of 22. My brother, best friend, and I waited in the launch parking lot contemplating whether or not the storm unleashing on us was tamable or if we just drove 3 hours for no reason. Wafted about 4 hours in the parking lot waiting for the storm to pass we hadn’t seen one lightning strike and even though it was raining, it wasn’t windy. So.. we sent ‘er. After about an hour boat ride we stopped at our first rigs of the day and to our surprise a school of civic had already beat us there. 40 minutes later and a total of 3 rigs, we had our 3 man limit of cobia shot and landed in the boat. We decided not to be greedy with the looming storm and headed right back in with a full cooler