Awesome. That's all I can really say.

It's weird, before ever reading Don's comment, that took me back to when I was a kid too. I used to beg Mom and Dad to drive me the hour and a half down to Taylor County and let me spend some time at my Uncle's house. I could walk down the hill behind his place, climb down under a highway overpass, and get some great bank access to the Robinson Creek arm of Green River Lake, especially when the lake was down. I loved it. I'd walk down there and spend hours and hours fishing those banks and catching bass...mostly small ones, but the occasional larger fish. It was my favorite place and where I learned to fish and love the sport. I'd see the bass boats out on the lake and dream up all kinds of concoctions of how I was going to have my own boat one day and get out there where you caught the big fish on every cast. (lol) It's was definitely peaceful and a whole lot simpler time in my life.