Ok, y'all can laugh.... When Colton was much younger, about 6, we went to our lease to feed and swap SD cards. If you have hunted where there are feeders and hogs, then you know that the hogs root around getting every kernel of corn. This loosens the ground so that next time it rains there is a large mud pond under the feeder. Cycle repeats over and over until the hole is so deep that you have to move the feeder a little to get it away from the "crater". When it has been there a while, and it rains, the mud pond is fairly deep, several inches. Well we got to lease to feed, had a whole pickup full of corn bags and my ladder. ( I have worked in construction for 46 years, and came up with the HD Commercial wooden step ladders. Love them. Much better than newer fiberglass or aluminum) Got to first feeder, it was wet and mud was deep! To set ladder up om dry ground, I was too far back from feeder to get corn in it, so I set front legs of ladder down in the mud hole. I know that this is sketchy but I tested it and if I just went up a couple of rungs, I could reach barrel and feed and ladder still felt fairly stable. Well, I fed 5-6 bags of corn and was ready to go..... but I thought "man, I wonder exactly how full that barrel is". I couldnt look into the barrel from where I had been standing. Ladder felt pretty stable, so I will just go up ONE more rung for a quick peek and right back down...... As soon as my weight got one rung up both front legs snapped and ladder fell into slop with me falling as well. I landed flat, face side down in the nasty, stinking mess that the hogs had been rooting around in looking for corn. When I stood up I was covered from my cap brim to the toes of my boots about 1/2" thick in goo. Only spots not covered were where my glasses were. I know I looked like Al Jolson. I got out of the muck and went through my entire repertoire of profanity( and with 46 years on a construction job it is fairly extensive) while I was shucking clothes down to my shorts. Colton and I got in the truck and went to the cabin to see if I could find some clothes to wear. The spring before, the cabin had been broken into, and they stole every pair of boots, every jacket, every pair of coveralls etc, so nobody was leaving much out there. I dug and dug and found a pair of sweat pants that a friend had left. They were short but beat my drawers. No shirt, no jacket, nothing. So Colton and I loaded up and went back into town. I didnt feel like I could exactly go in a store with my knicker length sweat pants and no shirt, so I gave Colton some money and told him what I wanted.....Colton was about 6, but he was such a little kid most would have thought he was 3-4 yrs old, so in just a second here he comes out of the store with a sales lady!!!! I'm sitting in the truck in all my splender and this lady say, "what exactly is it you need?" ......I told her " I need a $#@%%# shirt! So they go back in and Colton comes back with a shirt for me. We went back to the lease, I washed all the muck off my clothes best I could and we finished feeding and swapping SD cards. I seem funny now but was not even close when it happened. We both lived and are a touch wiser so I guess all is good. Y'all laugh all you want.
Thank God for bilge pumps and long arms!! 
They got it back on trailer and out of water before it got too bad.
