I remember going to Bartlett Lake back in the early 80's, when you finally got to the Boat Ramp you had to make sure your headlights were still in the grill check your battery confirm you hadn't lost any kids, but we were men we were manly man, and we didn't drive a rave 4 we had tough trucks like Ford Chevy Dodge power wagons we didn't need an outhouse or a flushable toilet,back then real men beached their boats found a nice rock and let nature take its course. And if we ran onto a rattlesnake we did not scream cry and jump and call animal control hell we had dinner that night,and a new belt the next morning. we weren't metrosexuals we didn't cry if you started to cloud up. we did not need 200 hp bass boat's to have fun, we had a 14 foot Jon boat with a 20 HP Evinrude and enjoyed ourselves immensely. And if some jerk gave us a problem he look like a raccoon in the rest of the weekend and he kept his mouth shut. We didn't need campers, RV's, hell we slept right out on Bartlett flats. So I say to you so-called fishermen lets stop acting like fairies, and let's prove we have testicles.