When I was a kid during the summer my mom would drop me and a buddy off at the JFK causeway and we would fish the Packary channel. When there was a high tide we had to wade out 40yds or so to reach the edge of the channel. She'd be back to pick us up at lunch time. I learned to fly fish wading around the more gradual banks of Canyon Lake. Then I got a boat and bass fishing got serious. I think sometimes I should of stayed in the water. I spent this morning wading waist deep around a stock pond throwing deceivers for bass with my 7wgt. Most relaxing.

Heck yeah I wade wet. When we lived in Leslie, I was in the first grade and dad was the principal of the school. Our fly rods and chain stringers were in the trunk of the '56 Chevy. We'd go straight from school to the Little Red and come home to hot grease with full stringers. That I will never forget. Another wet wading memory is the bear in the trout stream.

One of my all time favorite experiences, and memory, is taking my two grandsons wet wading. This was a bunch of years ago, they were pretty young, about 5 and 7 years old or thereabouts.

We were in water that was a bit over their waists, around my knees. The younger one farted and was amazed at the bubbles that came up, and the delayed but potent smell. He got so tickled I though I was going to have to do CPR. His brother was laughing too and then squeezed one out and the laughing increased. I regret to inform that grandpa was complicit in this laughter.

I've never seen two kids so full of gas, they kept it up for the better part of an hour.

No fish were caught during this bubble phase, but what a great time. I'd like to think that grandma would have enjoyed it had she been there, but I suspect that only boys and men will understand.