Postby PM2K » Thu Nov 02, 2017 12:09 am
I told this story a few years back, but back when I was mudding regularly, I had a serious scare.
I had this area in a marsh close to the local county road where I could sink to my shoulders quite comfortably, and go all the way under, indulging in my sinking fantasies, often au natural if it was warm enough. (Lots of prep with bug spray before I headed out)
The place was overgrown with scrub, woody bushes, tall grasses and cattails, and there was a stream nearby which connected two small lakes. So... here I am, floating neck deep in my private mire, naked, with this screen of reeds and marsh grass between me and the stream, when all of a sudden I see this bright colored hunting hat drifting by, like it is floating atop the grass! Barely a foot away from me and my muddy nakedness is a pair of anglers, drifting on the current in a canoe as they were heading to a new fishing spot.
Needless to say, I held my breath. I never heard them approach... and both were talking in low whispers, so I didn't hear that until after I had spotted the hat.
Fortunately, because I was sunk so low in the mud, and the grasses and cattails were thick and tall, they never saw me. I waited for what felt like a year and a half before slowly trying to extract myself from the thick, soupy mud... not easy, as I had buried myself quite deep. Plus keeping low the whole time. After managing to get out, rinse myself off with water I brought with me and dressing, all while lying low, I slowly peeked above the grass to see no trace of the gentlemen. I then beat a hasty retreat.
Only time I came close to getting caught... and I really had no cover story to tell to explain myself.