It's called pond-hopping once you get good at it.
As a young man I did a lot of it. Things were way different 40 years ago. Unlimited access.
Found all the little holes in frozen ditches I hunted for pheasants. Sort of started by accident but once I'd cleaned a pair of greenheads and figured out that they're bigger and tastier than a pheasant my taste changed. Moved up to stalking borrow pits and then the Canada geese started piling up. Have done a few wild goose chases.
Before you could say "spit" I'd bought some decoys and some hip boots. Then a dog. Then dreamed about a boat-blind and finally got one. It never ends and we all started somewhere.
I've heard that it's incredibly stupid to fuck around with a crazy man's head.