A hiker is enjoying a wonderful spring day in the great outdoors. The warm sun beating down on his bare back and chest, the fresh air, the serenity of the wilderness... After coming across a marsh with a pond, he stops on the shore to watch a female Mallard duck in the water with her ducklings swimming closely behind in single file.
Suddenly, his feet feel like they have just been grabbed
by giant hands. Looking down, he sees that the ground has given way
beneath his feet, closing over them and slowly sucking them in deeper.
He tries to pull his
left foot out, but the mud only makes sucking noises and holds it firm.
His right foot is pushed in deeper in the attempt, and so he tries to
pull that foot out, with no success, only driving his left foot further into
the morass.
The ground around him pulsates as he continues to struggle to
free himself, the hungry ooze slowly engulfing more and more of
his legs. "What did I step into?" he thinks to himself...
As his shorts start disappearing into the rubbery mire, a grim
realization falls upon him. Quicksand! Oh, God! I stepped into
quicksand!!! Now he really starts to panic, trying to lift
himself out by repeatedly pushing down on the bouncing ground all around him.
But each time the surface of the mire gives way and starts to grab
hold of his hands. The quicksand makes more sucking sounds as he
yanks each hand back out.
Now up to his chest, he tries grasping at the nearby grass, but
the delicate blades only rip off. He claws at the grass roots,
but they only tear to pieces. The quicksand's grip on him is too
strong. He starts calling for help, even though he knows that the
area is isolated, with no one for miles. He then becomes distracted
momentarily by the soft feel of
the morass that is pulling him ever deeper into the ground. He
starts to wonder how something that feels so soft and comfortable
could be so deadly. It feels like being completely surrounded by
a waterbed. Even the surface bounces like one...
But then, his mind snaps back to his predicament as tongues
of quicksand start to slowly close over his shoulders and lick
at his neck. He continues to call for help, even though he knows
that this is futile. But perhaps by chance there may just be someone
else in the area within earshot...
With the mire now rising to his mouth, he starts to face upward,
feeling the mire's cool, moist, firm,
yet pillowy soft grip slowly enveloping the back and sides of
his head. He continues to scream for help, now looking up and breathing
through a slowly deepening and narrowing gap in the quicksand
above his head.
He finally takes one last breath and closes his eyes as the narrow gap
pinches shut, cutting off his source of air. He feels the surface of
the hungry mire slowly rising around and over his upward-reaching hands, until
he is finally cut off completely from the outside world forever.
Totally encompassed by what has become his soft miry grave, the last thing he hears is the hissing sound of his last escaping breath, slowly working its way through the muck up to the surface above, which is no longer within reach. Viewed from above, the surface of the quicksand pulsates, hisses and farts, then becomes still. All is silent, except for the soft quacking of ducks.
The end.
If the above dramatic description of a quicksand encounter captivated you, then you are not alone! Many people have held a strong curiosity about the stuff, seeing people on TV and in the movies being sucked down. People often wondered what it would be like to sink into it themselves, without dying. Some people have fantasized their favorite gender being trapped in it, and watching/rescuing/joining them. There are even quicksand pix, stories, cartoons, videos, etc. available (Check out out the links page)! Some people have even been bold enough to dare try sinking into quicksand and/or other deep mud bogs themselves! Upon doing so, they discovered that it was not only safer than how Hollywood portrayed it, so long as they weren't weighed down, but that it was also an extremely addictive experience! The notion of struggling while being sucked down by ground that looked solid and is now "threatening" to suffocate you is enough to get anyone's heart pounding. Struggling and moving through a thick morass is wonderful exercise, and has an extremely intense stimulating effect on the human body. This site (and many others) is dedicated to those who are interested in or curious about this Wet-And-Messy (WAM) pastime.
Actually the pix in the above story are from three of my sinks
in different types of mud, the first mud being a thick quicksilt/clay,
which was similar to very thick quicksand, and the other two
mudbogs being a soft organic type.
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