In my experience always seemed to happen in the snowy months: Slipping on the snow when jumping across the creek, stepping through the thin ice on the side of a pond, falling through a spring snow bank that has been hollowed out by the thaw's runoff.
"My brother and I used to say that drownin' in beer was like heaven, eh? Now he's not here, and I've got two soakers... this isn't heaven, this sucks."
Adam- "Oh hell yeah. She saw it and pretty much creamed herself it was so good."
Adam- "Straight up jean soaker."
Bethany- "I like owls so much that they give me a soaker."