I watched an arc one day travel between my rod butt and my wrist accompanied by a buzz. I put the rod down and walked away. Two people were killed that day while on a mountain climb several miles away. That's was enough for me.
In the west: fish from daybreak till about 10:30 am or when you see the t-clouds start to form, then pack it in. I'd rather be in a pick-up than a hospital.
"As far down the river as he could see, the trout were rising, making circles on the surface of the water, as though it were starting to rain."- E.H., The Big Two Hearted River