Steve, my oldest boy, and I went fishing on the Green River in west Kentucky Saturday evening. Sky was clear, temp near 100, and very humid. We put out 30 jugs and noodles - baited with cured chicken livers and live minnows. Started fishing with rod and reel, got a few bites, caught two small blues and one small channel cat. Wind was picking up, black clouds rolling in, lightning all over the place. We decided to run back down river to the truck and wait it out for a while, hoping the storm would pass. It didn't, got worse. Put the boat on the trailer, left the jugs on the river (all properly tagged with my name, address, and phone number), and went home. Hated to leave the jugs, figured they would all be lost, but storm was too bad to try to pick them up. Sunday morning - still a light rain, but no lightning. We unloaded the rods and other gear from the boat, didn't take any bait; just wanted to find and pick up our jugs, if the barges and storm had left us any. We found all our jugs and had SIXTEEN (16) nice blues, ranging from four pounds up to twenty-four pounds, and one head from a small channel that the turtles had gotten to. I truly wanted to bend over and let Steve kick my a$$ for not bringing the rods and more bait. I have no pictures, we didn't take a camera, and I didn't want to drive twenty miles to take pictures and maybe cause those fish to die. We kept three smaller fish for the freezer and turned the rest loose, all alive and kicking. Next time, no matter the weather or circumstances, we will have our rods and bait with us! Have a nice day.