This trip on the river started like many other. Hit a few of my favorite spots but not much biting a few small Pike and a few smallies not to good. I did see a couple of pileated woodpeckers which are one of my favorite birds so I can not complain as any day on the river is a good day. With my hands numb from messing with the transducer and the wind howling I notice something hanging on a bush in the water.
At first I wonder why there is a muskrat climbing a bush but on closer inspection it is a squirrel hanging on for his life. Not sure how he got there but there is a 10 foot bank and there is no way he is going to get up it.
I decide my good deed for the day would be to save the poor little thing. Plan A is to just motor up there and scope it up with the landing net and bring it to shore. Well I motor up there and try to get it in the net and it will have none of that it has a death grip on the bush.
Time for plan B – I lean WAY over the bow and grab it with my had. So far so good. The little critter is less then excited to be grabbed and starts to scratch and hiss at me so I got to get rid of it before it starts to bite. So with a well executed over the shoulder sheephead toss the squirrel lands on some tall grass on top of the bank. 
My good deed feeling lasts for about a second before I notice that my off balance throw and leaning awkwardly over the bow did not work well together a couple of useless flairs with my arms and I go head over heels into 3 or 4 feet of water. 
I quickly jump back in the boat but I am soaked head to toe. The one saving point was I had all my rain gear on so my clothes under them were only really wet and not dripping. Well that was the end of the trip
Luckily there was no one around to witness this and if I keep my mouth shut no one will ever know. 
Can’t wait to get back out as you never know what you will see on the riv
