Storm chasing isn't always adrenaline and thrill. It's full of long hours, missed chances and a relentless pursuit of your target. After a weary day of storms that just didn't initiate the way I thought they would, I found myself standing in a Nebraskan wheat field waving as the wind gently blew across it. As I stood there hoping for some magic to happen, the landscape suddenly lit up with a blinding flash as twin lightning bolts hungrily met the Earth.
The joy within me was completely illuminated in this moment- revealing the depth of conviction ever present in my soul as I hunt atmospheric monsters across the Plains.
