Me and my two Hommies was itchin to go fishing after our long awaited fishin and campin trip to a private lake got canceled because of rain. We studied on it awhile and figured that the lake at Big Bone Lick State park (I ain't makin that up, that's really the name) might be the only clean water for hundreds of miles. So at 5am we got there in a blinding storm and put on our rain gear and climbed up a long hill and there it was, clean and very clear. This lake is about 15 or more acres and has a rough trail around it. The trail had been turned into greasy snot by the rain and my rain suit had turned into a portable sauna. My glasses were fogged up and my underwear was falling down and soaked with sweat, but being a hard headed hillbilly I pressed on. Slippin and sliden around whippin a buzz bait into the howlin rain storm. No luck! Switched to my old reliable Wacky worm and Bam! Caught a 10" Bass right away. After that, Nothin again! Started my long hump through the brush and briars getting cut to pieces by thorns and wild rose bushes back to the truck. I says to my equally ignernt Hommies, "it's a wonder one of us ain't busted our ### yet" and down I went! I'll tell you what brother. I slid into that water like a greased pig! Come out with my left side covered with mud and my left arm was a muddy stump up to the elbow. Them two jackasses started laughin like a couple of drunk monkeys! With no pride left I laid some old rags on my seat and went home.