05-22-2009, 01:25 AM
I tell ya, I know the fealing, I could not find a good direction to jump...
At which point when I knew was no longer sinking I could situate my self to get the tractor out of gear then climb down to reach the ignition switch, Today I spent a couple bucks and a couple hours and put in a kill switch that I can hit with my foot. [:p]
I was out running a trap line and thought I would follow some duck hunters path back, ya it was a short cut from my usual tour but I was wanting to get to my other line cuz I was sure I was going to have a mink.
being careful, I stepped in the same steps as the fellow did before me, well you know how them underground springs go, one just had to open up and suck me down,
from watching enuff tv, I knew not to struggle cuz it makes you go down faster. I firred three rounds in sessision then another three rounds in sussession "the standard alert code" but no one came,
Well I sank to my waist fast, from the waist to my chest was about a minnute, I figgured I has seen my last, so I tossed my shot gun on the path cross ways a few feet from where I was sinking. it was that time I realised I could wiggle inside of my dads floppy over sized waders, and so I did just that, like a worm I squirmed, I tell ya an inch worm would have been proud of me the way I squiggled out. and then laying flat I rolled in the water and reeds and yes I grapped the long straps of my dads waders as I rolled away and pulled them out as I went.
Soaking wet and cold, I did my civic duty as any good sportsman, I grabbed my machetty and wacked off a couple branches, shaved them, and placed them in the "X" across both sides of the trail that led to the quick sand.....
I met up with the co later that day, and he asked me what I was shooting at out behind his house... I said "buddy I was a shootin for you" He gave me some strange harry eye ball and said "WHAT" then I told him the story above and he no, there aint no quick sand in michigan, I said bud dont you know when some one shoots 3 times then shoots three times again your susposed to answer the call for help?
I said bud, walk with me and I will show you what dont exist in michigan. and we did, and when we came up to the X's and I pointed out the hole that was still there from my pressents, sure enuff he said ya learn somethin new every day,,,, and I said to that,,,, today was a toofer....[:p]
and by the way, I went back along the long way, and yes I did have my mink....[:p]
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At which point when I knew was no longer sinking I could situate my self to get the tractor out of gear then climb down to reach the ignition switch, Today I spent a couple bucks and a couple hours and put in a kill switch that I can hit with my foot. [:p]
I was out running a trap line and thought I would follow some duck hunters path back, ya it was a short cut from my usual tour but I was wanting to get to my other line cuz I was sure I was going to have a mink.
being careful, I stepped in the same steps as the fellow did before me, well you know how them underground springs go, one just had to open up and suck me down,
from watching enuff tv, I knew not to struggle cuz it makes you go down faster. I firred three rounds in sessision then another three rounds in sussession "the standard alert code" but no one came,
Well I sank to my waist fast, from the waist to my chest was about a minnute, I figgured I has seen my last, so I tossed my shot gun on the path cross ways a few feet from where I was sinking. it was that time I realised I could wiggle inside of my dads floppy over sized waders, and so I did just that, like a worm I squirmed, I tell ya an inch worm would have been proud of me the way I squiggled out. and then laying flat I rolled in the water and reeds and yes I grapped the long straps of my dads waders as I rolled away and pulled them out as I went.
Soaking wet and cold, I did my civic duty as any good sportsman, I grabbed my machetty and wacked off a couple branches, shaved them, and placed them in the "X" across both sides of the trail that led to the quick sand.....
I met up with the co later that day, and he asked me what I was shooting at out behind his house... I said "buddy I was a shootin for you" He gave me some strange harry eye ball and said "WHAT" then I told him the story above and he no, there aint no quick sand in michigan, I said bud dont you know when some one shoots 3 times then shoots three times again your susposed to answer the call for help?
I said bud, walk with me and I will show you what dont exist in michigan. and we did, and when we came up to the X's and I pointed out the hole that was still there from my pressents, sure enuff he said ya learn somethin new every day,,,, and I said to that,,,, today was a toofer....[:p]
and by the way, I went back along the long way, and yes I did have my mink....[:p]
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