ha ha. reminds me of years ago when duck hunting on Harsens Island. It was late hunting season, and we had walked into one of the corn units, and we sailed a mallard that landed dead as a doornail across one of the deep ditches from us. We had no boat. So at the end of the hunt, my buddy stripped down and did the backstroke across that ditch to retrieve the bird. He came out, shook off like a dog, and put his stuff back on. Funniest part was as he was going, my other buddy was barking commands...FETCH...BACK, etc. Thought they were going to have a fist fight afterwards LOL