This sounds too much like "real life" to be fiction. Reminds me of the time I went duck hunting on a windy, snowy day, and after shooting a Teal, while retreiving, I stepped in a muskrat hole, dropped my gun in the water, split my waders in the crotch, took a bath, and then had to find the shotgun, flounder out of the water, and slog back to the pick-up a thousand yards away while turning into an icicle. I don't recall ever going back there.
Great story! I didn't see a part three mentioned. I hope there is one.