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Discussion in 'Photographers Phorum' started by Jon Holcombe, Jan 13, 2019.
Pretty day but I fell into a rank moat and walked the final 1/2 mile back to the car in wet clothes.
Pics are worth it
I guess I agree, but the disgusting red slop in that moat required washing my clothes 3 times, wiping down and spraying all of my gear, and pouring soapy water into my hip waders three times, with subsequent rinses. When I got to my car I had to strip out of my clothes on a back road in Chatsworth (hoping no one in the house across the street would see me), and riding home in nothing but skivvies. My wife thinks I am insane. She may be right.
You are not insane. I've done that several times, at least twice for wet clothes and about 3 times for chigger-ticks that I did not notice until most of them were in the seams of my pants.
You would be insane if you stopped going. Just saying.
Agreed. On the way home, on Buttersworth-Bog Rd, I pull over to let a pick up pass and he looks over at me and waves. I'm nekked from the waist up like I'm going to the beach and it's 30 degrees.