Pops and a mud hole

Pops, Crazy Redneck Jr., and I were duck hunting. We had gone to the back of the lake near a marshy area. The hunting was a little slow so we, that means Pops, came up with a plan. Pops was going to get out of the boat and walk around the lake. He was going to set up in the marsh in hopes of flaring some birds back out to us. We were going to set up in the neck of the channel. We had the decoys up and Pops was just going to hide in the vegetation. It all sounded fine and easy. Birds fly in, Pops shoots at them, birds fly out and we shoot at them. An hour into our plan Jr. and I have not heard a single shot from Pops. We have not even seen him. I was checking the shoreline trying to pick him out. We decided we should go look for him to see if he wanted to go, no birds were flying. We picked up the decoys and headed in. As we get near the end I could see movement coming out of the marsh. At first I thought that I had finally seen a Sasquatch, I later realized it was Pops. The closer we got the more we could make out his situation. He was walking slow and looked exhausted, he was dragging what looked like a shotgun behind him. It was more of a big brown blob than a shotgun. He was covered in mud from six inches below his chin to the bottom. As we pulled up we began laughing and taking pictures while listening to him yell something about not being pleased with the mud. It turns out he found the perfect hiding spot, somewhere that had never seen a human, that should have been a hint. As he "snuck" into it he began sinking. At first he thought he was alright and just tried to pull his feet out one a time. Now he was up to his knee's. Here is where most people would yell at the boat to come help, Not Pops. He keeps squirming and wriggling making his situation worse. Mud is past the waist, "now I'll use my gun to help." Mud up to the arm pits, no worries I'll lay on my stomach and swim out. An hour later, missing one wading boot, and digging a trench with the but of a shotgun, Pops makes it to solid ground. He looks up and see's us in a boat. "Why didn't you just call out for help?" Pops, "I didn't want you to laugh at me." Well, we continued laughing at him all the way back to the boat ramp. Another one of Pop's great plans.