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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hangfire" data-source="post: 3760794" data-attributes="member: 27673">Back around 76' myself and two other dumba$$es like me wanted to try duck hunting for the first time on Marion Res. in Kansas and one of the fellas had a small 'X' foot jon boat to get us out to a small island around 150 yds. offshore........with us and all our gear we had the little boat way overloaded and we pretty much knew it but being in our mid twenties, tougher than nails and invincible we went ahead and slowly putt putted out to the little island breaking thin ice as we went.With no deeks, calls, blind or camo we never even had a duck come within shooting range and about an hour or so of being on the little island the wind came up pretty good and it started snowing and spitting sleet so we loaded back in the jon boat and started slowly putt putting back to shore.We were darn near freezing to death and getting hammered by sleet and a strong north wind headed in and the fella in the front of the boat (I was in the middle) told the fella operating the motor to speed up and as soon as he did water instantly started coming in over the front of the boat and filled up turning over on it's side and we all three went under in about 8' of ice cold water and it was every man for himself.I had just bought a brand new Remington 1100 12 ga. and was holding it in one hand and was wearing a bulky green Army field jacket with liner (which became like a sponge) and I had at least three boxes of loose shells stuffed in the four pockets and I sank like a rock never letting go of my new shotgun........luckily I touched firm bottom and pushed up hard but with all the weight I was barely able to get my face above water just long enough to gulp some air and I went back under again.Going back under and somehow keeping my wits about me I knew that I was in deep $hit and knew that if I didn't shed the heavy water logged field jacket filled with ammo and my new shotgun that I was done for.......I let go of the shotgun pushed up hard for another breath of air and was able to get out of the heavy field jacket while under water then pushed up again and this time I was able to keep my head above water and swim a few yards till I could walk out of the water.The fella in the front of the boat had already made it back to shore but the fella driving the boat was afraid to let go of the up turned boat and was clinging to it........some people on shore saw what was going on and had quickly driven to the game wardens shack close by and while racing back to us he had called for a ambulance.All of us on shore kept yelling at the fella still clinging to the boat to let go and swim to shore which he finally did.It was a cold wet ride back to Wichita and being young we didn't realize then just how lucky we were to be alive.After we left the game wardens were able to retrieve the boat and whatever else was floating and we went back the next day to claim it.</blockquote>

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