one Saturday morning, 5:00 a.m. and about 25 degrees. we get to the blind and are setting up dekes and I hear a splash. I turn around and my buddy has tripped on something and fell head first into about 2' deep water. plenty wet inside his waders now so I immediately start picking up dekes so I can take him back to the boat ramp. Bobby looks at me and says "what in the hell are you doin?" He says "I AIN'T NO PUNK.....I'm here to kill ducks and that is what I am gonna do!!!" we sit there a few hours and only one green head comes in, I shoot him, bobby is shivering and I asked him does he want to go and he say's no. About 30 minutes later some speckle-bellies come towards us, I start workin the ole redbone speck call and get 'em low and directly overhead and I tell Bobby to cut 'em cause they are on his side. His shoulders the shotgun and it wont work at all, never fired a shot. He looks at me, kinda hangs his head and say's. OK, I'm ready to go home now. I laughed all the way back to the boat ramp with tears frozen to my cheeks.............good times indeed!!!!