I finally got back out to the swamp, yesterday. Between inconvenient tide times and hurricanes, my swamp time has been limited. I even had a great low tide, yesterday, as we’re heading for another full moon (spring tides).
I have this new Tarzan thong that is a thong with front and back pieces that hang down, making it look like a loin cloth, sort of. I bought it a while back, for the new guy to wear, but it doesn’t look like he’ll ever find time to go mudding with me, so I decided I’d wear it, myself.
I love my new bamboo pole! I laid it a cross the deep mud, tied my hands, and set out to cross the mud on the wobbly bamboo pole. As you can probably guess, it was a disaster. I only made it 2 steps, and down I went.
It was a pretty dramatic fall. One foot stayed on the bamboo long enough that I was more horizontal when I hit the mud. There wasn’t much I could do with my wrists bound. I went most of the way under, and, of course, I drowned.
No, it wasn’t over quite that quickly. I had to struggle to get back onto the bamboo pole and fall a couple more times before I sank to my inevitable death.
One of the interesting things about this adventure is that I had 3 cameras rolling, so I got that fall, and the ensuing spills, from three different angles.
I still had some time left, after I drowned in the quickmud, so I tied my genitals to the pole and played until the tide came back in; which happened way too soon, as usual.
I’m always torn between setting up cameras and just jumping in and taking full advantage of the limited time I have to exploit the low tide. I suppose it’s a little crazy to set up 3 cameras and an audio recorder, but there are some scenes of which you just can’t capture too many angles, and the audio is critical. The irony is that none of the cameras captured my full body before the first spill, and I got almost nothing of the Tarzan thong before it was covered in mud.