Originally Posted by
paumanok
jonthepain--
Your acquaintance is quite the daring guy.
I can relate--wading to my armpits was a matter of course for me, whatever the water.
I fished that way one time out with my sister and brother-in-law. I was having a blast. When I finally started to trudge back in, I noticed neither of them was fishing, they were just standing there like two deer in headlights. Neither was impressed with my antics.
A couple of weeks later, my brother-in-law called to tell me that a friend of his had drowned in waters not three miles from where we had been fishing.
I fly fish and wear a stripping basket. My new rule of thumb: when the water hits the bottom of the basket, I've gone far enough. No fish is worth more.