I thought this might be a good opportunity to interject a duck story from the 70s. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. A friend and I had been invited to join another friend who had a duck blind on the Platte river west of North Platte where it flows out of the big impoundment there. The blind was in the middle of the river so we had to wade out to it. Don and I had borrowed waders from Joes family so we were in the process of putting them on in the dark. Joe and I had no problem but Don was somewhat rotund and could only get the waders up so far. Joe and I got on each side told Don to "suck it in" and proceded to pull them up as much as possible. I went out and checked the water depth and we felt we had at least a couple of inches to spare. We proceeded across the river an suddenly an incredible amout of cussing came out of Dons mouth. We we got to the blind we found out why as 2 things had happened.
1.BOTH pair of Dons pants had fallen down inside his waders.
2.The waders had a pinhole leak and he was being sprayed in a sensitive area all the way across.
Joe and I missed the first several ducks the came over mainly because we couldn't stop laughing.
Jim
