Ok so here I am first pair of waders breaking a thin layer of ice as I walk through the swamp heading for a head land to find a tree to lean on and wait for a deer to cross at a crossing. A few feet off my normal trail cause the ice looked thinner being broken by brush. On a frosty cold morning the maden voiage of those waders ended in tragedy when I slid into a stump hole. Icy water arm pit deep steep sides my 30-30 over my head I could feel that icy water slowly rise over my knees leaving a trail of bubbles as it headed you know where. Took me a while to get out of that hole specially with waders full of ice water weighing me down but once I finally got out the hole and the waders and stood there blue balled and shivering as I poored what seemed like 5 gallons out of the things. At that time I woulda swore Id never wear another pair again. And come to think of it I aint either.
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