I love it when I forget I've let a greasy fart loose in my waders, and then I sit down with the hood of my rain jacket up. Woof, right in the face.

But what I hate, is when the wife lends my waders to my annoying sister in law without first asking me, and they happened to be the same waders I accidentally crapped in.


Lessons learned:

1. Immediately ventilate all gases.
2. Sometimes when moldy waders smell like sh*t, it's because they have sh*t in them. My ass barrel lacks rifling, and my aim is shoddy.


VHawk