No, I wasn't at the Lincoln Nats. I was flying in a churchyard where I often flew. There was a pile of trash by where I flew, and the guys were there burning the trash. I said no problem, I'll just move over, forgetting there were power lines there. The transformer blew sounding like a shotgun. Guys thought someone had shot down my airplane. We called the power company and reported a power outage of unknown origin.