So I'm fly fishing last night after work on the Metolius (no luck).
I see a flash off to my right, and think to myself, "Now's a good time to head back to the truck".
Not three seconds after I get into my truck, and a huge bolt strikes somewhere not very far from me, and I think to myself how great my timing was.
I spend the next fifteen minutes in the camp sherman store watching tourists freak out. There was a lot of lightning packed in those few minutes. I'm VERY glad I wasn't still in the water holding my fly rod when that cloud went over.