Steve Bowman and I lost tournament leader Chris Lane in this torrential downpour, and we haven't seen him for nearly an hour.
After diving for cover from a big bolt of lightning, we decided it would be best to seek refuge under a nearby bridge.
It is just plain nasty out here right now.
Like Forrest Gump said, we've got stinging rain, sideways rain, big, old, fat rain - just about any kind of rain you want.
It kind of makes you miss the cold we had for The Bassmaster Classic and the fog we've had each morning of this event.