I fell in again today. Getting wet seems to be a common occurrence in water trapping, and at times it’s as comical as it is frustrating. Today’s episode would have been an amusing one viewed from the bank, but as luck would have it, it was just me and the river.
The fall was sort of a graceful slide. I was curious about a beaver flowage on the river I was doing research on, and decided to take a minute to go down and see what kind of beaver activity was present. I made the fatal mistake of walking on some thin shelf ice at the river’s edge, which broke off from the shore and had me sliding down a huge chunk of ice and into the freezing cold water. Wet and shivering, I retreated back to the truck without bothering to further investigate the flowage. I guess those beavers are safe for now.
This coldwater episode wasn’t as bad as the “up to my shoulders” dunk I had last year while muskrat season, but it certainly served as a reminder (the occasional dunk always does) that waders don’t make you invincible!
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