We've all done it, tried to ignore that creeping, cold tickling around our backsides, that gradually spreading icy chilliness that shifts subtly from irritating annoyance into downright discomfort, and for the boys, possibly a degree of shrinkage. Don't worry, you're not incontinent, not yet, the truth is far more straightforward - your waders have sprung a leak. Those 5 stylish layers of Gore-Tex, promised by the ads to be so technologically advanced as to be virtually bullet proof, have been beaten by the very element from which they are meant to protect you, and it is astounding how quickly a few ingressing molecules of H2O can put paid to your fishing enjoyment. Misery, of course, loves company, and it reaches out far beyond a damp crotch to seek companionship in the contents of your wallet. However, in these days of financial constraint and metaphorical, if not literal, belt tightening, many of us can ill afford to take out a second mortgage for a pair of what non-anglers would derisively label 'rubber pants' so it would be a wise move to undertake a certain amount of detective work before taking the plunge.