bogbud wrote:maria wrote:
And then there's the more recent one when I was hovered over by a helicopter ... there was only me and the quickmud I'd accidentally fallen victim to ... but that's another story!
I hope we get to hear that story too some time in the future...
Myself: Have never been caught so far. Sometimes i did notice hikers or dogwalkers or some farmer and the like walking along the path at the edge of my mud-bog but there is a fence and a very muddy ditch to be crossed before they could reach the area, so no problems so far. I'm more concerned of being caught by wild-boars
The thrill of it all!
I'd found a very dangerous area of masses of quivering quickmud and super difficult to get of if not prepared. But the area had to started to dry up and I thought there would be nowhere else to sink, but I thought I would give it one more try in my waders.
I was playing around managed to sink knee deep and thought about abandoning the day. I tried to get out and too my surprise I was really quite stuck. I started to wiggle one boot out and of course the other wiggled its way deeper, and deeper, and deeper and deeper!! I ended up waist deep and completely bogged down and stuck.
After half an hour I couldn't get out at all. The camera had stopped filming at 30 minutes and had overheated! I started to dig myself out, for another half an hour getting more and more exhausted. Then I heard a helicopter coming in my direction. Fine I thought, if I just stay perfectly still it will fly right over - I was smack bang in the middle of an old quarry.
That damn helicopter didn't fly over it started hovering about 100 metres above me. I struggled and tugged and pulled and eventually I could feel my boots coming out. But they didn't and locked in again. I was really panicking all in the space of less than two minutes. I started to think about some guy been lowered down to rescue me it was super embarrassing!
I continued heaving and struggling only to feel my waders being pulled off. It was the only way to get out and I climbed out of the waders and watched their soft rubbery shafts flop over in the quickmud. I hightailed it out to the nearest trees about another 100 metres away in full view of the helicopter. It tracked me to the trees until took cover and just hid for another 5 minutes under some thick bushes until it flew away.
My adrenaline must have been pumping because it all the straining I nearly dislocated my hip trying to pull my stuck boot out. I still feel the pain a year later!
I avoided becoming the local news though, which was a huge relief