Muddy Stories

Tonight is gonna be the night!
My girlfriend is out of town for the night, she's staying with friends who live 100 miles out, so she's staying the night. Finally my opportunity to get proper messy. Normally when I go out, I sure do get muddy, but I always have to be careful not to get mudstains on my clothes or in the car. I also have to wear gloves because otherwise my hands would be smeared with dried up mud by the time I get home. Usually I need to think of an excuse to get away for a couple of hours (preferably at night), which can be a pain in the ass as well.

The following is a true story of mine. It's in German, so sorry for any inconvenience. Maybe Google Translate will help.
Have fun!

I've managed to get out and do a fair bit of mudding over the Christmas break, which has been great and I've got much more adventurous.

I used to hate getting mud on my skin so always wore waterproofs - now I'm loving jeans and getting them covered plus sitting in and rolling around in mud to get covered, sometimes hoping someone will see and offer to join in.

(sorry for my poor english but I'm from eastern Europe)

Once, while in the countryside, I was walking along a small river to find some nice mud. I found some mud and started having fun. Suddenly I heard a hissing sound. It was a snake - grass snake or viper. Fortunately, I left the mud in time and walked away.

Do you also meet any dangerous animals or worms?

Describe your dangerous situations during muddy expeditions.

I often wonder why is it a lot of lads turn their wellies' down ! as I don't see the point in having high wellies just to turn them down at the tops. When we are heading out to muck about the taller the wellies the better as you can go deeper into the mud :) I would welcome comments on why turn down the tops of your wellies.

From N.Ireland.

A while back now, when I
was in my teens, I had a strange incident down on the nearby
estuary marshes. I used to go there quite a lot, as they were nearby,
completely deserted at night - and if the tide
was out, there was good mud to be had further out. I was living at home
at the time, so I would try to wash most of the mud off in one of the
drainage dykes and then get home to shower, without my parents hopefully
noticing what I had been up to. Anyway, back

just wondering if there are any guys here into more extreme deep sinking and total submersion? if so be interesting to discuss adventures and chat 

feel free to message 

The exercise

Short Story rewritten, transcribed and translated by Mudhog ©2002 ©2008

After I left grammar school a time of great upheavals changed nearly everything in my life. I was 23 years already, had no formal profession and was only excelling in my scholarships. Not to mention I had planned otherwise, but you have to take destiny as it unfolds itself. To err is human but to err in specific terms might leave you with inhuman choices.

Hey I tried too upload one of my videos from YouTube on this but it wouldn't let me, so here's the link for it hope you's enjoy it

had a rare free night, so planned to get muddy, drove to car park, bike out back of car, cycled out to my spot, in my gear , pvc boiler suit and green thigh waders with trackies and hoodies over top , got to spot, just dark, took hoody and trackies off, hood up and off i went exploring . found perfect spot, little gully with clay like mud ,walked back n forth n churned it up was calf hight,  stomped about abit till it was liquid mud then dropped to knees , all this aboyt 100ft from a road! but in gully so unseen