My son got to break in his Lacrosse waders that Santa Claus brought him

the fabric kind I think
I do know they leaked

when neoprene came out all they made was stocking foot, so we all bought a pair and cut off the feet and glued on a pair of boots with construction adhesive

A pair of vinyl stocking foot waders from Wal Mart. Tromped around a many a beaver swamp in those things.

I had some kind of neoprene, stocking foot wader's I'd put a wading boot on. They were great till you stepped in a hole and water goes over that lip.

Had a friend that did the same thing but he would use high top football cleats

Thermals and thick socks
trashbag for each leg
Socks over trashbags
Jeans
Tennis shoes

Was 6 and froze my arse off.

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What about you OB ? Tell the board about your first pair of hunting/fishing waders.

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Rubber hip boots with no insulation breaking ice on a rice field while dragging a pirogue behind me. Fell a couple times, got wet. Found a hole ducks were keeping open all night. Covered pirogue in rice stalks. Slaughtered the ducks that day while freezing my arse off. That was my first duck hunt. Hands and feet so cold they hurt when i thawed them by the fireplace at home

My first hunt was down in SWLa hunting the Sabine refuge. Been begging my dad to hunt ducks and he finally succumbed to the pressure. I didn't have any waders at the time, but he assured me we could get some when we met up with the guide. I never slept that night, about 10yrs old. We head off at 3, it's about a two-hour drive. Meet up with the guide at this bar that was packed with hunters. My dad asked the guide if he had an extra pair of waders for me, and he comes back from his truck with a pair of size 12's. I had two pair of socks on so no problem, wore size 8's at the time. We get to the spot by boat and head off into the marsh, and my first step, foot comes up, but boot doesn't. Down goes Frazier! My dad grabs me by my coat and picks me up. Well, we had about a 1/4-mile walk, and by the time we get there, I'm soaked head to toe, and its 32 degrees. I'm shivering and can't feel my feet, or fingers, barely able to hold on to the gun. I finally succumb and ask my dad to take me back, and it broke my heart to do so. The guide said he would, so back to the boat, falling often and to the truck we go. He takes me to his parents' house; he lived in an outside garage bedroom. Get naked dry off, and get in his bed, which was feather stuffed along with the pillows. Never slept better my whole life. Dad wakes me up, and the guides parents had washed and dried my clothes. Get to the grocery getter (our station wagon) and the back of it is full of geese and ducks. That Christmas he bought me a pair of hip boots. Only got to hunt with my dad twice before he died of cancer. But it was two great hunts being with him. Good for you OP.

all I've used for the last 20 years is stocking foot waders with wading boots. if it's walk in hunting or requires exertion, stocking foot is far superior.

I'd wear them deer hunting when on public land. hike in and put a couple of goober-deep bayous between you and the access road and it opens up an entirely different public land experience.