An idyllic day on a Montana River sours when an errant cast in an electric storm results in a trip to the ER At about two in the afternoon, reality struck on the Upper Blackfoot, as did the lightning. What had been an idyllic day for my clients, from back East, turned ominous. The billowing clouds took the color of a deep thigh contusion and the skies flashed like a 90’s evening in Baghdad. I concluded that we were still safe for the time being, and the weather only further kindled the trout’s interest in our bugs, so we kept fishing. I leaned to the back of the boat to release another fish for the husband, and turned around just…