I've been caught three times : ( True Encounters )

1. In my mid twenties I lived in Teesside ( North East England ) while there I found a small wooded area with a old silted up creak bed, the mud there was around 4ft deep and one afternoon in just a pair of trunks I wandered down and enjoyed myself for around an hour before submerging deep into the mud. A few minutes went by and two teenagers turned up they were clearly bored and started throwing stick and small stones in the the mud, It wasn't until half a house brick landed inches away from my head did decide to stand up! I must of swallowed either some mud or water and coughed to clear my throat while the teenagers weren't looking. They turned to see a 6ft mud covered figure in the bog pointing at them, scared they screamed and ran off - I quickly jumped in the stream and got washed and left before they came back.

2. 2014 I was living in Lancaster ( North West England ) after a week of work I just needed to relax and went out walking, it was there I found this old semi overgrown wooden jetty that went out towards a silted up muddy area just off the main river, the mud was so soft and sticky oh it was heaven around 5ft deep and you could swim through it like being in cream. Well my third of fourth visit there I stripped down to a pair of swimming trunks and bagged my clothes and stored them under the jetty and slipped into the mud, around twenty minutes later I heard someone coming down the jetty so with a deep breath I went under - I waited and then slowly came up, I wasn't fully visitable but my eyes met this dog looking down at me, standing next to the dog was this middle aged woman smoking a cigarette. The dog made this noise and the women looked at the dog then her eyes caught mine! she froze staring at my eyes. As I took a breath in and slipped under the mud again and slipped under the jetty she didn't see or notice me and while I waited for her to leave I got out and quickly got washed in a near by farm water feeding tank. I later heard she came back with someone and found foot prints but nothing else.

3. More recently I now live in Rural North Lincolnshire, there's a near by construction site of houses being made near a muddy patch of ground - I wasn't expecting anyone to be there on a Sunday as I put my red tracksuit on and slipped into the mud! wet but sloppy it was heaven I just went under and held my breath and as I came up I felt water hitting the top of my head then on my face, as I opened my eyes there stood a guy in his mid 40's urinating he looked stocked as did I, no sooner had he stopped and zipped up turned and walked off I got out and left.

4. About a week ago now a friend suggested a do a series of photo's while wearing my cowboy clothing, Boots, Tight fitting jeans, belt with a shirt and denim jacket and hat, the first location just wasn't suitable with too many Bull rush reeds in the way! so I picked a second location the mud there is around 3 and 7ft deep in places.

Nearby I ditched my bag in some weeds so when I climbed out I could clean myself down and get changed before heading back home again rather than being caked in thick mud! I walked into the area dressed as a cowboy hoping there wasn't anyone around, thankfully there wasn't and I set up my camera and took my jacket off then stomped around and rolled in the soft shallow area of the mud for about ten minutes.

Turning the camera from photo's to video I aimed it at a different area of the tidal mud estuary and slowly jumped into the mud landing feet first I quickly sank past my waist in an area I know is around 6ft depth of sloppy thick mud! I struggled for the camera making it look like I was having issues climbing out and then I sank under leaving my hat on top of the mud, with moments later coming up for air and then climbing out. I collected my camera and started back down the path to where I had left my bag, and within a few yards I heard voices coming towards me SH*T! I thought and jumped into the reeds in order to hide.

Two game wardens walked past me, they walk straight to where I had been only moments ago, needless to say I got out dragged my bag and jumped head first into a nearby area of water to clean myself down and get changed, after what felt like an hour I was sorted and back in normal clothes I walked out of the area and sat on a nearby bench to check the pics and video.

Amused by the photo's I looked up to see the wardens - the younger of the two a mid 40's well built type of guy saw me and walked over to ask! Have you seen anyone come out the reeds recently maybe muddy? Nope I replied feeling guilty. No worried he replied who ever it was got filthy covered in mud directly in front of one of our game camera's but i'll check the SD card later and smiled at me walking away, I sat there thinking oh crap! as he drove past me he winked and smiled. ( I think he knew )

5. for once it was a nice sunny day here in the UK, so went out for a walk, white trainers, skinny blue jeans, white shirt and red /white lightweight jacket! minding my own business I walked down this track and alone this coastal path. By around two hours later I decided to turn back but then noticed a short cut, the path went over a small wooden bridge over a water filled dyke and into a farmers field, and all was going well until I came to the second wooden bridge, I say bridge it was more like a plank.

The plank looked a bit worn - below it was a ditch filled with what looked like water some 5ft down! with a long walk back the way I came I decided to go forwards, by the third step the plank cracked and I fell straight down and landed in 4ft deep soft mud that had a few inches of water on top! I struggled for a while before my brain kicked in and I used a bit of the broken wood to carve out a series of steps in the side of the ditch.

Climbing out was easy! I got out didn't see anyone so I jumped in again only this time I went under - I came up covered to see a farmer standing there looking down at me asking if I was okay! Help I shouted! I climbed out and slid and fell back in, thankfully he got me out, he'd been in his tractor and saw me. Having climbed out he rubbed his and over me to take some of the thicker mud off! took a rub too many over my crotch .. not that I minded. I got home and had a shower! I am thinking of going back next time its sunny.