Don't take this wrong guys, but fishermen as a group have gotten soft. Myself included. When I was in my 20s, it was nothing to drag a two-man "bass buster" boat with TM and battery, ice chest and fishing gear a good 100 yards from where we'd have to park off the muddy side of a dirt road to whatever "promised land" we were fishing that day. Those places were usually rice reservoirs in southeast Arkansas, where it was nearly always a certainty they'd be loaded with bass, and often crappie, too. With farmer/landowner permission, of course, we'd drag bass out of those places by the dozens and often come back a week or two later only to have the farmer/landowner tell us that no one had been there since our last trip. Why? Too much mud, blood, sweat and tears involved in launching the boat. Oh, to be 25 again. Bet those same places are still full of fish waiting for some energetic soul to drag a boat thru the mud and go get em!