Yea that reminds me of the time I went out the morning after an ice storm too. I texted my dad my location from the tree because once I got out there I realized how stupid I was and I wanted someone to know where I was in case I got taken out by a branch.
Alright, you guys are forcing my trump card.
I was out shooting moorhens in my kayak one morning. For those of you not familiar with the species, it's a little coot-like bird that doesn't really fly and likes to run around at the edge of the phragmites on the river and peck at bugs like a chicken. You can shoot 15 of them a day, and they are the first critter the crown will permit me to harass each season. They taste like chicken...really.
It was early September, which in lower Alabama means t-shirts and swim trunks on the river. My modus operandi was to stop by the boat launch every morning on the way to work and sneak in a little hunt. Moorhens are not particularly cunning, and it usually took less than 45 minutes to bag a limit. I would debreast and toss them in a lunchbox cooler, and be off the water and headed to work before it warmed up too bad.
While moorhens are not clever they are surprisingly tough, like most swamp critters. The generous bag limit and my trigger-happy ways called for the cheapest steel shot Walmart carried. This led to frequent Chase's after crippled birds. It was during one such chase on a particularly warm morning that I foolishly propped my favorite shotty (a single shot H&R 20 gauge) up on the front of my cockpit before leaning over the side of the 'yak to snatch at a diving cripple.
Plunk
I was less than happy with myself.
Given that the water was only a few feet deep, I jumped in the water and after several minutes of searching with my toes in the mud I found the gun. Washed it out and actually shot a few more birds on the way back to the ramp. Cleaned and oiled it that night. No big deal.
The next day I was paddling right at daybreak to do it all over again. In the beam of my headlamp, I saw dozens of little eyes at the waters edge. Im always looking for bullfrogs to gig, so I paddled over to check it out. As I approached, the eyes scattered into the water.
It was a 'gator nest, less than 20 yards from where I had waded, nipple deep, the day before.
TLDR; went wading with 'gators to retrieve a $50 pawnshop gun.