Shooting “Buried Alive”

Today, we shot a clip that I’m going to call “Buried Alive”, because that’s pretty much what it’s about. This past Sunday I dug out the mud-pit I made in the woods. I moved all of the contents onto a plastic sheet, made the pit a few inches deeper, and generally cleaned it up. I installed 2 anchor points, and poured about 6 inches of mud back into the hole.

Today, I was led to the edge of the hole with my wrists and elbows tied, and hooded. I wish I could say I didn’t know what was about to happen, but, of course, it was all choreographed for a video. Of course, nothing goes exactly to plan, so there was still some improvisation. Once I was at the edge of the pit, still hooded, my ankles were tied together. Then my captor removed the hood and pushed me into the pit. I had no way to catch myself, so I made an uncontrolled landing in the sloppy, wet mud.

After that, my captor proceeded to bury me with the mud I had piled up on the plastic next to the pit. My only regret is that I couldn’t just enjoy the experience, as we were shooting a video, and there were too many things on my mind. My helpmate was also a bit shy about throwing mud on my face. I was trying to tell her, telepathically, that she should not hesitate to bury me in copious amounts of heavy mud. I could not, however, say anything without messing up the audio on my video. Eventually, I couldn’t say anything because I would get a mouthful of mud, but that was when it was getting interesting.