Once fishing on a local gravel pit, about 12 years ago. Rain pouring down, sat under my umbrella with all the tackle tuked under it too.
A little water shrew came out of the nearby reeds, walked along a piece of wood, jumped onto my wellie and on the other side was my box of maggots.
Yummy! He leant over the box, still stood on my wellie, stuck his long nose into the maggots and grabbed one. Scurried off back into the reeds.
He must have come back a dozen times or more, each time the same as I sat there absolutely motionless. Afraid to breath at times.
The beauty of fishing eh? Never find bird watchers getting close encounters like this. They're forever moving about disturbing the peace.