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[QUOTE]esoxaddict - 4/20/2013  1:31 PM

You Madison guys will appreciate this one.    Sunday morning, nice sunny day.   My buddy (who lives next door) sees me out on the driveway, we start B.S. ing a bit and I say "man, today would be a good day to be on the water!"   "Wanna head up to Madison??"  Spend the next hour packing gear, get on the road.   As soon as we hit 90, traffic stops.    Accident.  Sat in traffic for an hour.   Starting to look cloudy up North.  Get to the state line, more traffic.  Highway down to one lane.   Looking really dark up North.   Sat in traffic for another hour.   Finally get to Madison.   Should have been a two hour drive.  Took almost 4.   Dump the boat in at Babcock to the sound of thunder, just as the rain starts.   Screw it, we're fishing.   Fished our way down to Bible Camp before lightning hit right behind us, then hit something on shore.    When it hit between us and shore we decided to head in.   I think I made three casts.   Left the boat tied to the dock, spent the next two hours standing in the fish house, soaked, watching the storm.   During this time the temperature dropped a good 20 degrees.   All I had on was a light rain jacket.   Headed back out when the rain finally slowed down.  My buddy snapped off two baits in back to back casts.   Drove around in the rain trying to find them.   3 footers.  Blowing like mad.   Screw it.   Headed back, pulled the boat.   Drove past Monona.  4 footers, white caps.    Decided to fish Wingra.    By this time it's almost dark.   And COLD!    Dump the boat, head East, drop the trolling motor.   Can't see anything.   Wind is blowing us all over.   Wind up burying the trolling motor in the weeds, burned a fuse.    There goes another 20 minutes.   Had to hotwire it.   Finally get it working.   Throw one cast.   5 minutes later, the guy in front gets his line wrapped in the trolling motor, bad enough where we had to take it apart.    I slip and fall on my back on my tackle bag.   Dark by now.   Soaked, cold, can't see #*#*, back hurts.   Finally say "screw it" and head home.    Drove home right back through the same storm.   Roads flooded, wind, couldn't see the car in front of us.   About an hour into the trip back home, the guy in the back seat says "hey, what's that noise??  Turn off the radio!!"   Holy crap, what IS that!!   Dude, I see sparks!   Oh $%#^!!  The trolling motor!!!!!!    Not sure how it happened, or when it happened, but it deployed somewhere along the way.    Pavement:  1   Minn Kota:  0

We drove out of the storm about ten miles from home.   Didn't even rain here.   Came home soaked through to my underwear.   1/2" of water in the bottom of my tackle bag.  Poured water out of my boots.  Camera wet.    I even poured water out of my sunglass case.   Water in all my 3700's, tools soaked, hat soaked, I couldn't have been more wet if jumped in with my gear.   All for what amounted to maybe 5 casts.

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You Madison guys will appreciate this one. Sunday morning, nice sunny day. My buddy (who lives next door) sees me out on the driveway, we start B.S. ing a bit and I say "man, today would be a good day to be on the water!" "Wanna head up to Madison??" Spend the next hour packing gear, get on the road. As soon as we hit 90, traffic stops. Accident. Sat in traffic for an hour. Starting to look cloudy up North. Get to the state line, more traffic. Highway down to one lane. Looking really dark up North. Sat in traffic for another hour. Finally get to Madison. Should have been a two hour drive. Took almost 4. Dump the boat in at Babcock to the sound of thunder, just as the rain starts. Screw it, we're fishing. Fished our way down to Bible Camp before lightning hit right behind us, then hit something on shore. When it hit between us and shore we decided to head in. I think I made three casts. Left the boat tied to the dock, spent the next two hours standing in the fish house, soaked, watching the storm. During this time the temperature dropped a good 20 degrees. All I had on was a light rain jacket. Headed back out when the rain finally slowed down. My buddy snapped off two baits in back to back casts. Drove around in the rain trying to find them. 3 footers. Blowing like mad. Screw it. Headed back, pulled the boat. Drove past Monona. 4 footers, white caps. Decided to fish Wingra. By this time it's almost dark. And COLD! Dump the boat, head East, drop the trolling motor. Can't see anything. Wind is blowing us all over. Wind up burying the trolling motor in the weeds, burned a fuse. There goes another 20 minutes. Had to hotwire it. Finally get it working. Throw one cast. 5 minutes later, the guy in front gets his line wrapped in the trolling motor, bad enough where we had to take it apart. I slip and fall on my back on my tackle bag. Dark by now. Soaked, cold, can't see #*#*, back hurts. Finally say "screw it" and head home. Drove home right back through the same storm. Roads flooded, wind, couldn't see the car in front of us. About an hour into the trip back home, the guy in the back seat says "hey, what's that noise?? Turn off the radio!!" Holy crap, what IS that!! Dude, I see sparks! Oh $%#^!! The trolling motor!!!!!! Not sure how it happened, or when it happened, but it deployed somewhere along the way. Pavement: 1 Minn Kota: 0

We drove out of the storm about ten miles from home. Didn't even rain here. Came home soaked through to my underwear. 1/2" of water in the bottom of my tackle bag. Poured water out of my boots. Camera wet. I even poured water out of my sunglass case. Water in all my 3700's, tools soaked, hat soaked, I couldn't have been more wet if jumped in with my gear. All for what amounted to maybe 5 casts.