That's funny!
My first or second time duck hunting, when I was in grade school, we went to a big public slough. So in the dark we find ourselves good spots in the weedy end. Just after sunrise some guy walks up to the far side where the banks are bare and wades in a few yards. You can see this because of his big white cowboy hat. To top it off a little kid walks from the guy's pickup to the shore line and starts throwing rocks into the slough. All we could do was laugh, it was a bluebird day with nothing flying less than a mile high anyway.
