There's no detail on how or why she got that far from shore or how deeply her body was sunken into the mud. I'm having a hard time picturing it.
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"The breakthrough came... when hikers at Borderland State Park... heard Ms. Tetewsky screaming for help."
"Unable to reach her on foot without assistance, the hikers called the authorities.... 'Upon arrival, Easton officers heard Tetewsky but could not see her,' the police said.
Three officers waded 50 feet from the shore, through thick brush and swamp, to reach Ms. Tetewsky, and carried her back to land...."
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Borderland State Park is the home of Leach Pond. I think I would steer clear of that particular spot.
I've been there, briefly. She probably thought ahe could get somewhere by wading and the footing was okay until suddenly it wasn't. I've had to abandon boots twice.
Boston Globe says she wandered out into a marsh and cops needed ATVs to reach her. If you think Swamp, not Ocean it becomes easier to visualize.
https://jgpr.net/2023/07/03/update-easton-stoughton-police-departments-and-easton-fire-department-pleased-to-announce-that-missing-woman-has-been-found/
Some years ago in New Jersey, there was a story about a woman who had been found unclothed and handcuffed to her car's steering wheel in a rest stop in New Jersey.
She told the police she had been kidnapped and raped but it turned out she had been participating in a little fantasy fulfillment with her married boyfriend. Sir Galahad had abandoned her and the situation when he saw someone approaching the car.
The story unraveled when the detectives noticed that the sketch the police artist was creating was a composite of the two officers doing the interview.
I dunno, seemed relevant somehow.
Reminds me of Bore Tide and issues with people getting stuck in the mud in the inlets near Anchorage.
I'm having a hard time picturing it.
i'm not. Mud (sorta) liquefies when you agitate it (by moving your legs up and down), which makes you sink in deeper. Once you've got both legs calf deep in mud.. Good luck getting out.
gilbar was wade fishing in Clear creek (NOT the one by Lansing, the one near French Creek), and he hit a soft spot.
First foot went in about ankle deep (NO PROB!), the Second foot went down to about lower calf..
gilbar attempted to retreat by extracting Second foot, which pushed First foot down to about lower calf.
Next movement had BOTH legs down to upper calves, and NEITHER could come out.
FORTUNATELY, there was rocky creek bottom close enough behind gilbar, so that he could
a) lay down on his back, with his head/shoulders on the rocky bottom (2-3 inches of water)
b) spend the next 30 minutes casually and calmly applying lifting pressure on legs, which SLOWLY raised them up out of mud (the mud ALSO had a few inches of water on top of it, which made it Much More Easier
once the legs were only ankle deep in mud, keeping weight on my back, not legs, they came RIGHT OUT. gilbar was able to keep calm by remembering that even though he was a mile from the nearest road.. Clear Creek WMA is a deer hunting hot spot, so deer hunters would be by just as soon as deer hunting started in the fall (this was in early June).
Mud (quicksand, what ever) is MUCH more dangerous than people think. It USUALLY kills by starvation or hypothemia. Do You float? Do you float while wearing clothing/gear? Did you bring food? Is it a little chilly?
I was reading a magazine article (probably in a Readers' Digest) many years ago, about a man and woman who went hiking somewhere near the ocean and the woman's feet got stuck in the mud in an estuary and the article then spent many, many paragraphs explaining how they tried and tried and tried to get her unstuck, to no avail. . . .AND THEN THE TIDE CAME IN AND DROWNED HER.
What a downer of a story that was.
Based on cartoons, tv shows and movies I watched growing up in the 1960s- getting stuck in quicksand was always a possibility when wandering in the wilderness.
Her name is Mud.
This is the sort of nightmare I don't like to think about.
This has nothing to do with mud, but does have to do with getting stuck in a situation that leads to unanticipated danger.
I distinctly remember a PSA-type movie my kindergarten class had to watch. In it, a group of kids was walking along railroad tracks. (I had never crossed railroad tracks on foot at this point, only in the family car, and couldn't conceive of WALKING ALONG them.) The kids continued into a trestle bridge - another thing I couldn't even imagine.
Suddenly, in the distance - a train whistle! The kids begin to walk faster, and then to run - but one kid's foot gets stuck! The other kids try to help her, but in vain, and they flee the rest of the way to safety just ahead of the train, which we last see starting over the trestle where the girl is still trying to unstick her foot -
Black screen, thank God.
Kindergarten. It was a different time...
In that same class, the teacher once pulled a little boy onto her lap and, arms companionably around his waist, proceeded to tell all of us that if she would just cover his nose and mouth with her hands and hold him there for a few minutes, he would DIE. This was in service of explaining to us why we should never play in refrigerators.
So many things it would never have occurred to me to do, but which gave me nightmares at the time, and still, fifty years later, loom large among life's lessons, if you'll forgive the alliteration.
That is a duck hunter's nightmare. It is another reason why you never hunt alone and always leave a planned route. I've sunk up to my groin in bay mud, gone over my head in what I thought was knee deep water, had one leg stuck at the knee and wondered what would happen to the other while I tried to get out... it is easy to get stuck. It is also pretty easy to get out, at least in our mud, if you have a partner.
I couldn't read the article, but it seems curious that she did not succumb to hypothermia or dehydration. Three days seems like a long time to be unprotected, wet and unable to move.
There a lots of really horrific stories of trench warfare in France.
But Dan Carlin read an account from 1916 or so that still gives me nightmares 4-5 years later. Literal, wake up screaming scaring the crap out of my wife nightmares.
A British Trooper stumbled off the duck boards leading up to the the trenches. He went in to his thighs. Considerable effort went into trying to get him out to no avail.
The more they tried, the more he sank. Finally they just left him there, gradually sinking, chest deep, screaming even after he had no voice left.
Finally, says the correspondant, he came by and the man had a bullet in the back of his head. Another day or so and he sunk out of sight.
If you like history try Dan's podcast. He only doe 1-2 a year but they are thorough. 5 4 to 5 hour podcasts on the war in the Pacific for example. Several 4 hour eps on our war in the Philippines in 1900
One of the very best podcasts going
John Henry
You are lucky, gilbar. At Roosevelt Roads there are some mudflats where in the 70s we used to race motorcycles. Before MCB64 built us a proper motocross track. (thanks guys)
It had a pretty thick crustand SAS mostly OK. But if you broke through in a soft area you were in a world of trouble.
I did once and almost lost a whole motorcycle. It took 5-6 guys to pull it out.
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Chicks never been much good in mud
Anthony said...
"I was reading a magazine article (probably in a Readers' Digest) many years ago, about a man and woman who went hiking somewhere near the ocean and the woman's feet got stuck in the mud in an estuary and the article then spent many, many paragraphs explaining how they tried and tried and tried to get her unstuck, to no avail. . . .AND THEN THE TIDE CAME IN AND DROWNED HER."
Something like that happened in Turnagin Arm in Alaska back in the Nineties.
Hmm. Thought mud had a lot to do with it. Suppose its my reading comprehension.
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