I’ve only ever gotten one leech from wading; the times I’ve had the most leeches (about half a dozen usually) were just from walking on forest trails on misty/foggy/light rain days, and tall grass trails right beside the forest edge. In a steady drizzle if you look closely you see them posted up on trails stretching their little proboscides up and flop around like a slow version of those inflatable airdancers used to advertise car dealerships and those seasonal tax prep or title loan businesses that pop up in old run-down filling station buildings.
That’s how I learned to tuck my hiking pants into my socks, and also to never wear shorts.
I’ve only ever gotten one leech from wading; the times I’ve had the most leeches (about half a dozen usually) were just from walking on forest trails on misty/foggy/light rain days, and tall grass trails right beside the forest edge. In a steady drizzle if you look closely you see them posted up on trails stretching their little proboscides up and flop around like a slow version of those inflatable airdancers used to advertise car dealerships and those seasonal tax prep or title loan businesses that pop up in old run-down filling station buildings.
That’s how I learned to tuck my hiking pants into my socks, and also to never wear shorts.
Thank you for this vivid description. Yet another reason for me to tuck my pants into my socks.
Once I was in some rock pool, wearing some old converse with holes in them because of the rocks.
I must have stepped in a nest or something, because when I took the shoes off I had like 50 tiny (like rice-sized) leeches on one of my feet.
Thankfully they came off easily.