One of my first and most miserable dredging trips was on Peshastin, just upstream from the Scotty creek bridge. Must have been about 20 years ago.
We had finally got ourselves a dredge and were itching to test it. It was an antique Keene 3" on fiberglass floats and it was about this time of year, just before Halloween.
I knew I was in for trouble when I stepped out of the truck and broke ice in a mud puddle. We unloaded and got going and all was working pretty well except the water was insanely cold. This was back when the budget was really limited and my wet suit was from a thrift store and my booties were the sneakers I wear when I mow the lawn. I was suited up waiting for my turn on the hose, perched on a rock because the water was painful. My turn came...good lord... the water was cold. I was prone in about 2' of water and mostly submerged. I noticed that if worked faster (really fast) I felt warmer. Then I reached up to grab a rock and my ancient wetsuit gave up. It ripped open in the armpit and tore front and back all the way to the collar making a giant scoop. I dont know words to describe my discomfort or my level of motivation to get out of that water at that moment. I will never forget it.
