Each year in June I meet up with my brothers, dad, buddies and local river rats for a weekend of catfishing. This year we set a date and made the trip despite a forecast for high water. Wow, I didn't anticipate the river being this high. We managed to set lines in some flood waters, however, didn't hook into any cats. We spend a good portion of the weekend watching trees float down the river, pretty impressive. On Friday night our tent and tarp shelter, which we were proud of, was flattened in a mini-hurricane.