Galloway Farm

It’s been a dry fall and the pond is down quite a bit.  So I decided it would be a good opportunity to get some big limbs/sticks out of the pond to make fishing easier for the kids in spring.  I put on my knee high “muck boots”.  But as soon as i stepped near the waterline, I SANK UP TO MY KNEES!  Both feet sank like I was in quick sand.  Dark, slimy, cold mud filled my boots.  I was stuck.  And I was by myself except for our dog “Persimmon”, who wasn’t much help.  After effortless attempts to get out with the boots on, I had to abandon ship and come out of them and do sort of a spider man crawl up the bank to get out.

My new muck boots, buried alive.