Me and a buddy were duck hunting a flooded field in Arkansas. The water was probably 8 inches deep. We were smack dab in the middle of the field when my buddy looks at me with that "I gotta go now" look. He said he couldn't make it to the ditch on the edge of the field. So he walks down wind about 80 yards and commences doing his business. He has peeled his waders and pants down to around his knees, and I was looking the other direction, and after a gust of wind I hear a splash. I look up to see two bent legs sticking up in the air and a muddy bare ***. He jumped out of the water as fast as was humanly possible and madea beeline for the truck. We ended that hunt early but for me it was well worth the laughs.