women in boots and leggings sinking in quicksand

WATCH: TED NUGENT’S ‘THE MUSIC MADE ME DO IT’ I forced myself to stop struggling, having learned from old cowboy TV shows in my youth that one should never struggle when mired in quicksand as it only makes things worse.

I immediately knew I had hit quicksand and with my legs akimbo nearly in the splits, I struggled with all my might to yank my leg out of the black snot, only to cause both legs to sink deeper. With the nearly full-moon overhead as a constant guide, I carefully fought my way back through the hellzone when suddenly a thrusted right foot hit a gob of black goo and I sank quickly to my crotch falling forward uncontrollably, sinking fast. Now facing the partially open water of the muck-pond, I knew I had to backtrack my adventure to make my way back to the knob. Taking the trail through this most amazing maze, I finally popped out into the somewhat negotiable sawgrass that provided a hint of barely supportable footing. (photo by Dan Schmidt, copyright Media 360 LLC) Ted Nugent takes a midday break to practice archery with his wife, Shemane, the day before he was nearly done in by quicksand while blood-trailing a deer on his 1,100-acre free-range Michigan property.

I struggled through the heavy branches, roots, multi-flora rose walls of phenomenal flora and squirmed hellishly on my hands and knees following the ever-decreasing blood spoor. Every foot of progress is painstaking and challenging beyond words. There are no words to adequately describe the rabbit defying thickness of this astonishing tanglezone of jungle-like vegetation. The bloodtrail looked promising and inspired me to stay on it. Once again ignoring the wisdom from my wife to not track the deer alone, I figured I would just take up the bloodtrail a short-ways and not put myself in jeopardy as the boot-sucking goo factor increased. Goofball ignored my instinctual intellect and I ventured into the dangerzone anyway.Īrrowing a fine old she-deer before dark, I didn’t like the smell of my arrow, so backed out and cleaned up and had dinner before taking up the bloodtrail a few hours later. On this day I had even mentioned to my wife Shemane that I probably shouldn’t hunt the buck knob by myself, as more than a few deer retrievals have tested even a tag team effort in the past.

Women in boots and leggings sinking in quicksand