One time I and my Grandfather were watching a toronado cut accross north western Missouri from a high vantage point on the Kansas side of the Missouri river. A lightening bolt struck the ground right in front of us with no noticable delay between the flash and boom. We about tore ourselves in half trying to get to the house. He fell down first then I tripped over him, then we both tried climbing over one another and fell down again. I never tried so hard to jump though my own tale end just to get turned around.<br>We must have been a sight. We still laugh about it now and then.<br>Just thought this was a humerous story to pass along. <br><br>Ranger.<br>The older I get, The better I was.