As most of my closest friends and family know, I have 3 passions/obsessions: girls, guitars, and last but not least, waterfowling.

Last year on Christmas Eve, we walked out to our hole at 2am. It was a decent morning with two ringnecks on the water. There was only one problem. The ducks were in too deep of water to retrieve, and me and my bud had no dog. What to do? "Shouldve brought the fishin' pole," we thought. But we had no time to think about what we shouldve done. So, got into our swimming state of mind. It was 25 degrees without the windchill, but we took off the waders and I RAN without stopping for about two miles
to get some towels. I tried to walk out to the ducks one last time, but it was too deep. So, we filled the decoy bag up with the dekes, and used it as a floatation device to swim out to the ducks and retrive them. It was literally below freezing and we could have caught hypothermia. However there was no way we were leaving those ducks in that marsh.

Just thought this would be interesting... alot of hunters say they are serious about their hobby. Well, I want to know HOW serious yall really are. Do you think what we did was insane? Or do you love your sport so much that you would have done the same? What is the most "hardcore" or "stupidest" thing you have done for your obsession?