When I was 16 I broke my leg while sledding in Indiana behind a cemetery ---had to lay there an hour or so while they got an old truck to come an haul me out.In 1960. I had moved to Clemson SC.I went trout fishing on the east branch of the Chatooga(above the hatchery) on the morning of Jan 1(opening day in those days).The temperature that morning was 11 degrees.You could see ice heaving along the road.Well I fell in over my wadder tops.My feet were freezing but I did what any good boy scout would do --I took my wadders off,poured out the water,took off my socks,and put on my gloves,and waders and went back to fishing.