So this weekend I went for a nice little walk on some private land, followed the exact directions of the cocky and didn't seem to raise an eyebrow when he said "...and if you can get past the second creek.." If? Yeah. Hmm.
This was on a dairy block with a wide, shallow (appearing!) stream that didn't have a bridge. I did all my usual little MSC taught before you cross a river things and decided yep I was going to cross right here where the banks weren't too steep and the water looked about knee deep. It was a nice hot day and my feet were already wet so here goes!
One step, all good. Two steps....I started sinking and before I could even turn around or do anything, no shit I was up to my waist and getting pulled down by these fuckin' gremlin green hands!!! Of course I had my cell phone in my side pocket as well as my car keys, complete with electronic remote. Luckily the rifle stayed well above my head but I would be lying if I said I didn't start panicking for a few seconds. I stopped moving completely which seemed to help for a little bit and after a few minutes I managed to get one leg semi-free and sort of leopard crawled out, using the butt of the rifle as a kind of paddle.
I wonder how many dead cows/dogs/children are at the bottom of that creek.
Has anyone come across this stuff before? The vegetation looked solid as, I was completely surprised that it turned into such a fickle quick sand. I swear I could see the bottom of the creek in the middle too!!! Covered in mud, green slime and completely satched I wandered back to a sunny spot and lay in the sun (at a safe distance from the creek of course) and sort of had a little sulk and a sleep and decided I should harden up and not go home. I did end up crossing that creek, kind of, via a much longer time in the water but in the safety of the lake that it fed. I had an awesome day after that despite frying my cellphone and performing emergency surgery on the car alarm to make it home again.
Phew
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