When I was a kid, we were fishing out of Ashtabula OH on Lake Erie. Nice day, drift fishing about 5 miles down the lake and a mile or so off shore. We were in a late 70's 16' Crestliner. There was a pack of boats all drifting together. Out of nowhere, a summer storm popped up and all heck broke loose. Realizing we wouldn't make it back to the harbor, we all headed straight for shore and beached our boats. We then headed for a great big willow tree to try and get out of the rain. That was one trip I have never forgotten.
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