I don't do food. I don't do slime. And shallow coverings don't work for me. It's got to be deep and thick.
And it's got to be Mother Nature's own outdoor mixture.
I do not consider my usual mud outings, even to deep spots, to be particularly risky but there is one thing I regularly do in late fall and early spring that gets quite a bit of "I can't believe you DARE to even THINK of such a terrible, risky, dangerous thing!"
I sink in mud from thaw 'til freeze, with an elaborate cold-weather outfit that'll enable me to get into a mudpit about to the chest (with pretty good sensation, too). So, yes, I'm out there in a marsh away from civilization and far from my car when the temperature is in the mid-thirties and a couple times, there's been a thin layer of ice on the mud!
As long as I never screw this up, I'll be fine. The gear is pretty comfy. But it'd get mighty cold mighty fast if I ever do screw it up.
I've thought about making a video documentary on my cold-weather mud gear for others who get frustrated with being able to enjoy a deep, gooshy mudpit only in nice weather but I'm not sure how many cold-weather mud fans there truly are in the world.
It would be strictly instructional because really, folks, it's not that photogenic and I wouldn't expect anybody on the planet to buy such a video for fetish-feeding purposes.
That outfit works, though. When I wear it, it feels mighty good to be engulfed nearly to the armpits by all that mud.
Nessie
