Great(could have been bad) stories. I still think about 20-25 yrs. ago, barreling down a bayou south of H-town to a duck blind with my teenage son, or another person. Layers of clothes and waders. The darkest of nights we would leave the light off, because with no light, could faintly see the outline of trees on each side. What if a floating log or gator was in the way. The Man upstairs was lookin' after us. After a few trips, I at least got smart enough to leavae the waders unbuttoned. Yes, it actually used to get cold in Jan, Feb. in Houston.