Country fest is a clear bell from here.

I can remember it fascianating me as a child. Sitting on my front porch, even my back porch, you can hear the Hodag Country Fest raging from across Boom Lake, which happens to be across from my house down a dirt road. The water carries the sound from Pine Lake perfectly with the acception of the vocals being somewhat muddy; every guitar riff carries immaculately and every bass drum kick is as if it was coming from my front lawn. After every song, the crowd screams; the unified voices run together like the wail of 40,000 ghosts, running strong for nearly a minute after every headliner finishes a song, floating over the lake in a sea of eerie sound. Goose bumps usually ensue.  It was captivating sitting on my porch at a young age and thinking, "I'm within mere miles of famous millionare musicians, so close."  I went to Country Fest whatever year Toby Keith played. My dad goes every year. He's there right now. Tomorrow I will listen to Merle Haggard and be humbled once again at the close range. In the winter, I can walk across the lake and be in Pine Lake in under a minute; it's nearly a 15 mile drive from here. Strange, isn't it? I can't tell who's playing right now, I am not up to date with country artist's, but if I was familiar with any of the songs I could recognize it in a heart beat. It might be Billy Ray Cyrus actually, in which case I would only recognize Achey Breaky Heart, and if I was 4 this would be incredible.