I was waist deep in the MO river early one foggy morning. I mean foggy. Sounds travel a long ways in the fog. I heard a boat start up, across the river.
A while later, I'm just standing still, wading waist deep, and I hear a sniff. I look up and a guy creeping along, trolling upstream very slowly materialized out of the fog, and was about 3 ft away. He barely saw me before I went out of view beneath the bow. We both about crapped our pants.
He was not to blame, nor was I. We just didn't see each other. Glad I didn't get a propeller haircut.
A while later, I'm just standing still, wading waist deep, and I hear a sniff. I look up and a guy creeping along, trolling upstream very slowly materialized out of the fog, and was about 3 ft away. He barely saw me before I went out of view beneath the bow. We both about crapped our pants.
He was not to blame, nor was I. We just didn't see each other. Glad I didn't get a propeller haircut.