This guy gave me a scare this morning when he stepped on a false bank and fell 5 feet straight into 3 feet of water in a frigid creek. According to my truck, the air temperature was 32 degrees. He landed flat on his back and completely submerged. I was ready to get back to the truck and get him home, but he refused. He insisted on staying until at least after first flight. Finally after a couple birds, and about an hour, he told me that his fingers and toes were kind of hurting. A few minutes later, we were on the road. He's had a hot shower, dry clothes, and all the hot chocolate he can handle now and is asking to go back out. I don't remember being this tough when I was 11.