I duck hunt with an old codger. He is 82. A few years ago he had a new dog with him.. We just made it to the remote boat ramp and launched when it hit him..... As I waited on him he trudged off into the woods to drop his waders.. About the time he was squinching the last of it out "Fluffles" runs up to kiss daddy in the face and the old codger about falls back in it!!! The blue streak of cussing took atleast ten degrees off of the frosty temps!! Then round two started when "Fluffles" decided to not let a good thing go to waste without rolling in it!! We ended up washing fluffles in the creek before getting in the boat!