Controlled Sinking
Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 3:47 am
I was really, really hoping to finally ditch the protective wardrobe but I awoke Saturday to PUTRID weather, and I do mean that Mother Nature was being truly disgusting to me.
I was looking forward to this all week. But I honestly don't think we cracked sixty degrees all day and gadzooks, it was raining too. Yesterday was the first time I ever brought an umbrella to a mudpit.
I didn't get many pictures yesterday and I'm not sure it was worth it to be risking even the "Old Sir Tripod"...methinks the poor old overworked soul might still be drying out. (Anyway, I lost the stupid cord so I can't get yesterday's pictures off of it for you right now, not that there was much to see.)
Today it at least didn't rain. I returned.
Here's what broke my heart. I did get to the mudpit and I shot a clip today. With the New Sir Tripod (he's a bit better than the old one.)
And I'm gonna slip, PSSSSSST, that at THIS location, which is a lot more user-friendly to the camera than the last location....not today nor yesterday did my feet EVER touch bottom in this pit [EDIT: Actually, you can hook on just a bit with your feet at the edge. But in the middle? Nope. It drops off fast.].
I dunno how deep it is. I won't know that until I find the bottom.
Ain't that lousy? I'm in this bog, and I can't find the bottom, and it's too freakin' COLD outside to ditch the waders or sink in past them. It was thick enough that I could do a controlled sinking anyway and getting out consists of a combination of swimmer's kicks plus hanging off the edge plus grabbing saplings, and there is one, but only one, lonely handy dandy branch under there (it doesn't constitute bottom but you can step on it).
Don't worry about me, though. It's not so cold that it's truly dangerous. What it's cold enough to be is aggravating. But I'd make it back to my car and if my car didn't start, there's a gas station about a quarter mile down the road.
Maybe NEXT WEEK I can finally get a wardrobe!
I don't want control! I wanna lose control! I'm sick and tired of control! It's June! Sinking shouldn't need to be controlled in June!
Nessie
I was looking forward to this all week. But I honestly don't think we cracked sixty degrees all day and gadzooks, it was raining too. Yesterday was the first time I ever brought an umbrella to a mudpit.
I didn't get many pictures yesterday and I'm not sure it was worth it to be risking even the "Old Sir Tripod"...methinks the poor old overworked soul might still be drying out. (Anyway, I lost the stupid cord so I can't get yesterday's pictures off of it for you right now, not that there was much to see.)
Today it at least didn't rain. I returned.
Here's what broke my heart. I did get to the mudpit and I shot a clip today. With the New Sir Tripod (he's a bit better than the old one.)
And I'm gonna slip, PSSSSSST, that at THIS location, which is a lot more user-friendly to the camera than the last location....not today nor yesterday did my feet EVER touch bottom in this pit [EDIT: Actually, you can hook on just a bit with your feet at the edge. But in the middle? Nope. It drops off fast.].
I dunno how deep it is. I won't know that until I find the bottom.
Ain't that lousy? I'm in this bog, and I can't find the bottom, and it's too freakin' COLD outside to ditch the waders or sink in past them. It was thick enough that I could do a controlled sinking anyway and getting out consists of a combination of swimmer's kicks plus hanging off the edge plus grabbing saplings, and there is one, but only one, lonely handy dandy branch under there (it doesn't constitute bottom but you can step on it).
Don't worry about me, though. It's not so cold that it's truly dangerous. What it's cold enough to be is aggravating. But I'd make it back to my car and if my car didn't start, there's a gas station about a quarter mile down the road.
Maybe NEXT WEEK I can finally get a wardrobe!
I don't want control! I wanna lose control! I'm sick and tired of control! It's June! Sinking shouldn't need to be controlled in June!
Nessie