I've told this before so if you've heard it I'm sorry. I was in Georgia for the Xmas Holidays. My brother-in-law invited me to hunt with him on his clubs lease. Over an early breakfast he said he was going to put me on a power line. I objected saying they had been shooting these deer all year and they were in the thickets somewhere. I looked over the airial photo and picked a spot where no stands were marked. He said, "You can't get there. It's surrounded by flooded land". I said how close can you drive. He said maybe 1/4 of a mile. I said that's close enough. I put on my rubber boots and a rain suit. I then duct taped the cuffs, waist and zipper area. Just as it was getting grey I started out across the flooded ground. I had to back up and go forward several times when I couldn't feel the bottom in front of me. When I finally navigated the 150 yards of water it was already light. I knelt down at the edge of the water and was ripping off the duct tape so I could remove the rain suit. I heard him splashing through the water. My side of the pond was thick. I raised my gun and nailed the biggest buck killed on the property that year at a distance of maybe 10 yards. I broke out the tape, taped myself up and backtracked across the pond towing my buck. I dressed him when I reached the other shore.