Dead of winter last year,strong winds and rain we lost killingcrew on a piece of land in a dyke full of freezing water chest height,he managed to waid across it and climb to the fen floor,this was about 10am and soaked to the f*****g bone,he walked the land all day until all the lads got there runs till about 4pm and never moaned once....memorys of a fellow hunter :laugh: