I was out scouting for a few hours today and had a dilema on weather I shood try and cross this 15' wide rushing brook.
So I strutted up and down the banks 100 yards either way and decided to push over a dead pine tree and try crossing at the narrow spot. Now, we had 5" of fresh snow yesterday and the water bodies still have ice on them, which, what I'm saying is "it's COLD!" (28 degrees to be exact). So crossing the brook was a big choice knowing the concequences. So I continue to push the dead (leaning) 10" pine tree over and I get a stick to help with my balance. Half way across I start laughing to myself about how pissed I'll be when I slip on this slippery tree and get wet.

Anyone care to share their water story(s), I need a good laugh!