A love triangle snaps during a midnight frog hunt...Mitchell and Jake both love Gina, and they work out their differences on the dark river.A canoeing novice, Mitchell listens intently as Jake tells him, "The drop over the dam ain't very high, but don't ever underestimate the power of the river. Seems like every year someone goes over for one reason or another. Most of the time they get drunk and fall asleep and drift too close. By the time they wake up there's nothing they can do. "There's a hell of an undertow beneath the dam, and anything that goes over ends up getting pounded to pulp. Usually they never even find the body. It just disintegrates. Once in a while the river spits up a corpse, and it turns up near Kansas City, all tangled up in fishin' line." Jake crushed his beer can, and dropped it into the bottom of the canoe. "Gimme another."

A twisted comedy of pseudo psychology, country music, and recreational boating... Unbalanced country music fan, Andy Mowf, has been listening to his hair stylist instead of his psychiatrist. Andy, his stylist, and two other friends head into the woods, anticipating a light-hearted weekend of camping.Paula Kasper had dropped out of the Psychology program at the University of Texas in her junior year to open a hair salon south of Downtown Austin. An hour of hairdressing and scalp massages usually obliterated her clients’ inhibitions, and they unburdened themselves of their most intimate dilemmas. Sudsy-haired, jabbering customers declared to Paula, “That was splendid advice you gave me!” Years of flattering feedback and profuse thanks for her faux wisdom nuggets had inflated Paula’s sense of competency, and she was deluded into thinking she was equally effective as the licensed professionals. She cut Andy Mowf’s hair every week, and had become his sounding board.