01 - Buried at the Beach
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By interestedparty
Thu Jun 07, 2007 4:33 am
Buried at the beach
Not exactly a TUG story but close enough.
I was about 10 years old when this happened. I had gone over to stay with my aunt and uncle. My parents had stayed home to sort out some family stuff. Anyway living in Scotland all my life i was shocked to see the thermometer rise above 0 C. My aunt and uncle had a house near a quiet secluded beach. It was about 3 miles long and wasn't exactly Florida or the Caribbean but for me it was paradise.
On the day in question, my aunt and uncle had planned for us to go to a theme park as they had an all day meeting but neither me nor my six female cousins (I had no guys to talk to just giggly 14-18 year old girls I almost died from the trauma) woke up in time and were left with a note saying, "back at 10". It was about 10 so that gave us twelve hours on our own. First thing I did was got my swimming shorts on and prepared to charge into the sea. But before I managed to get out of the house my eldest cousin Jenny grabbed me and forcibly put sun cream on me. Once i had been covered in the horrible stuff I was allowed to leave the house and I ran full speed and attempted to somersault into the water and failed miserably. I spent about half an hour swimming before I was called in to have some breakfast. Afterwards I was told I couldn't swim for about an hour so i walked along the beach until i found my high tide marker which i had put down the day before. I then decided in my 10 year old wisdom to try and dig a hole to the centre of the earth. I started with my hands then used a small plastic spade to finish it off and after digging down to about five feet I gave up and sat beside my magnificent hole.
After a few minutes Becce came over to see what I was doing. I told her with great pride I had dug the deepest hole in the world. I stood up and bowed to her applause and hearing this Racheal came out to see what was up. She was told of the magnifect hole also. And like a girl asked me why I had dug the hole. Honestly when has a ten year old boy needed a reason to do anything. I told of my attempt to dig to the centre of the earth. She said I had done a good job it and that I could probably fit in it. So eager to impress my cousins (I was so cute back then as they remind me on many occasions) I jumped into the hole and it came up to my neck.
Racheal then began to push some of the pile of sand into the hole.
"Are you going to bury Tom?" Becce asked Racheal.
"Sure why not" she said.
"Well we should do this properly. Tom go and get the buckets from the garage and use them to bring some of the wet sand up here."
I leapt out of the hole and ran to the garage and got the buckets and after 4 or 5 trips gathering the sand. Becce told me to get into the hole. I jumped in and then Becce and Racheal began burying me using the wets sand taking turns to gather more sand and then called the rest of them to come and help them. After about an hour I was buried (standing up at attention) with only my head above the sand. It was an interesting feeling being surrounded by six girls I couldn't move my head very easily and since they were standing and I couldn't tilt my head up to see there faces I could only see their feet. I tried as hard as I could but couldn't move an inch. They made sure that someone was with me all the time and at one point Jenny placed a bucket over me and I was cut off from the world the sounds outside were muffled but inside my breathing seemed deafing. It was an interesting experience. I later learned she had done that because a noisy couple had come onto the beach so she had hidden my head from them.
I stayed like that for about seven hours. I was dug out when the breakfast from this morning decided to make itself and while I wouldn't have minded a number one in the sand I did not want to try a number two. After I was dug out Jenny said we should watch a film and maybe another day I could have a go at burying one of them. Alas it never happened and two weeks later I got on the plane and traveled back to the nice cold climate of Scotland.
I do have some more stories along this same theme and if anyone wants to hear them say so and I will gladly post them.
Have fun And don't grow up
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Sat Jun 09, 2007 11:04 am
Hi tugger83,
If you remember i had the sunscreen forced upon me by Jenny. While it did get VERY hot when I was under the bucket for most of the day I was quite cool, whoever was looking after me would cast their shadow over me and I was given plenty of drinks of water. That is something I advise anyone thinking of doing something like this to do same sure whomever is buried is given lots of water. And obviously do not leave them. The other possibly most important thing is check the high tide mark, some beaches have a sign saying where it is, the easiest way however is try and find a long line of seaweed that goes across the beach, this is usually how far the water will come up.
My second adventure took place when I was about 17. I was at the beach with my girlfriend and her little sister. We had been forced to babysit or rather I had been forced to babysit, my girlfriend simply lay on the beach sunbathing. Susan and I however were having a "rather splendifidous" time looking in the rock pools and running away from the sea as it came to "slurp her away".
After an hour or so my girlfriend announced the sandwiches were unpacked. In a typical male fashion i simply threw the sandwich down my throat while the girls daintily chewed theirs. Feeling somewhat bored I began to dig a hole. Susan who like I had been was possessed by the magical feeling of 7 year olds when they see something new. With her plastic spade and my hands we managed to get down about 4 and a half feet. Susan said that it must be the deepest hole ever. So to prove her right I sat in the hole. Due to the small diameter of said hole I had to bring my knees against my chest, so my heels were pressing against the point where my thigh hit my bum. I was also sitting on my hands. At this point my girlfriend came over to see what was going on and had the idea to bury me. So the two of them worked solidly for about half an hour burying me up to my neck. While it was quite secure I was able to get out on my own but it did take quite a bit of effort.
I have a few more stories to tell but my dog is desperately needing a walk so I will have to go.
Have fun and don't grow up.
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Thu Jun 14, 2007 11:52 am
Hi all,
Jazz CDXI, Yes I do have experience of burying girls and , providing I do not meet an untimely demise, I will post them another time.
The subject of this story is not burying though. It is in fact a tie up game.
This morning I was feeling unusually energetic so gathering some food and water Dog (my dogs name) and I jumped into the hilux ,a fantastic car which those who watch Top Gear will understand why, we sorry I drove to a beach with a nice 1 and a half mile walking trail. We usually take two return trips, a total of 6 miles.
Anyway as we set of Dog and I came across a pair of 12 year olds, a boy and a girl. The boy had a backpack with him and the two of them were acting very sneakily. Dog sniffed them and nodded and said hi. After giving the two of them a good sniff Dog then charged off as per-usual. We continued walking until we reached the end of the trail, a beautiful view of the Atlantic and after giving Dog something to eat and having a sandwich myself we turned round and began walking back. I came over the brow of a small rise just in time to see the girl dive back into the sheltered little dip in the ground where she and her friend had been sitting. I also heard the phrase "Oh shit someone's coming, it's that guy with the doberman" she then poked her head out to make sure her hypothesis had been correct and upon hearing and now seeing her dog bolted towards the friend he had made an hour or so earlier. Now assuming that she did not want company i decided to try and stop Dog from interfering with whatever it was there were doing. Now if I was 17 I would have been able to catch and drag dog away. But those days are long gone and I didn't even manage to get within grabbing distance let alone grab him. However I did chase after him and managed to close the gap considerably and due his attempts to evade me I was able to reach them only a few seconds after Dog. Only to see a sheet, covering a large lump, being pulled away by the nosy canine, revealing a hogtied, gagged and blindfolded 12 year old boy...
The rest later.
Have fun and don't grow up
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Sun Jun 17, 2007 9:56 am
Well I'm sure everyone is on the edge of their seats, so here is the rest of the story.
I stood there truly speechless. Many 4 letter words entered my head but I came out with, "Well", pause, "Well", the girl, "er", Dog, "woof" and the boy, "mmmph". "Wewerehavinganescapecompetitionand,and,and..." I held up my hand to signal stop. I didn't want to say well again so I said "aww smeg". Then walked towards my car then stopped and told dog to stop sniffing the boy and come here.
I got to the car, pulled the tailgate down and sat. Dog jumped up next to me and also sat. We had only walked 3 of the 6 miles I had planned to walk. I decided what the hell and we went back. I walked past the two of them not looking or pausing, just strolling past taking no notice of them whatsoever. Thankfully Dog did the same. Upon the return trip Dog again went to see the twelve year olds and the outcome of this meeting was an improvement on the last one.
"Hi I'm "John" " said the boy who had been hogtied and I saw the girl in the same predicament as he had been in.
"Tom" I replied.
"Sorry about earlier "Jane" said you were a bit shocked".
"That's an understatement" I replied.
We sat down on the grass and John explained what was happening.
"We've been doing this since we were about 7. The rules are: we flip a coin to see who goes first. the person who wins the toss does the tying. The time limit for tying is 10 mins. You have to stop even if you're not finished. The person who is tied then has 1 hour to escape. Then the person who is tied the ties up the other in the same way, again having a 10 mins time limit, then an hour to escape."
"Seems like a fun game" I said.
"It is".
"But you said that both people have to tied in the same way. What if one of you suddenly comes up with a new one there and then?" I asked.
"When you're tying you have to explain what you're doing"
"Ah that makes sense, so how is she tied?"
"Well first her hands were tied then her elbows (they were about 2 inches apart) then a rope is tied round her middle and comes underneath, between her legs, then up and passes through her arms, between the wrist and elbow ties, then is pulled down and brought back through her legs to the front and is tied to the waist rope. Rope is wrapped around her upper body and elbows. Her ankles are tied together then ropes around her legs just above the knees. Then a rope is looped round the ankles and elbow tie."
"I thought it should go round the wrists" I said.
"We used to do that but found it was: 1 more secure and 2 didn't cut off circulation as much as tying it to the wrists."
"Good point" I replied.
"That rope is then tightened to bring the heels close to the bum."
"And the gag?"
"Rope with a monkey fist knot tied in the middle" (The blindfold was just a piece of cloth tied around the head over the eyes.)
"It certainly looks difficult to escape from" I said.
"It is" he said "It really is, in fact neither of us has managed to escape from it, ever"
"So do you come to this place a lot?"
"Yeah, unless our parents are out."
"So want other ties do you do?" I asked.
"Sometimes to a washing line pole or a tree, in an X shape using four posts, once to a hanging punchbag, loads of different ways" He then went on to give me detailed accounts of other tie ups they had preformed and also the exact knots and techniques used for the hogtie. After about 45 minutes Dog started asking for food so I said my goodbyes to John and Jill, who mmmphed me goodbye. I took Dog and went to the car and gave him some food when he had finished got in and just before we set off John and Jill turned up and asked for a ride home. I said sure but I had to take a detour to my place first to turn off the cooker so Dog and I wouldn't be eating burnt stew. John remarked that my home was really in the back of beyond. I laughed and told him even salesmen were able to find me even though my house couldn't be seen from the main road, and often regretted coming here as Dog had run off with a suitcase of perfume worth £70. I turned off the cooker and left dog in the house while I drove the two of them home.
As I was drooping them off John asked if they could travel to my place and use my washing line poles. I said sure, but only if I was in. They could also borrow some of the 5000 odd feet of rope left in the garage by the previous owner though not all of it would be suitable for what he had in mind. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when I said 5000 odd feet and said that they would definitely be turning up. I then went home to find that Dog had eaten all of the stew.
Have fun and don't grow up.
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Tue Jun 19, 2007 3:19 am
Nuclero, 5000 ft is 1.524km which is 0.947miles and that is just a guess it is very probable the figure is an understatement. However some of the rope has a diameter of 2 inches.
Before I begin my next story I want to ask if anybody has had similar burial experiences and if so I would love to hear about them.
Time is not a straight line and so my next story though it happened between my two previous stories it will be told after them both. I was about 13 years old and I was visiting a very good friend of mine who was 17 years old. Some people thought Terry was weird hanging around with someone 4 years younger than him. But i thought he was the coolest guy on Earth. He was a real bad ass tough guy. Not these pathetic wasters strutting about the streets today. I was running away from some bullies when I bumped into him. The bullies came round the corner and he didn't even hesitate. Just went and floored one guy with one punch and another with a headbutt and told the rest to **** off. He had invited me over for a few days while my parents were away. I was helping him build a car. Unfortunately on the first day we took it for a test drive and something went wrong. I came off with a few bruises but Terry broke his leg in 7 places as well as 2nd degree burns and a host of other injuries and as such was in hospital for the next 3 months despite numerous escape attempts.
Anyway I when I didn't visit the hospital I hung out with his little sister Jessica who was "9 and 7/12". one day we were at the beach and we were looking in the rock pools trying to find a sea monster. We gave up as they must have gone home for tea. So we journeyed back to the beach only to see a family leaving in quite a hurry it seemed. They had left one thing behind. A hole. Jessica asked me what I would do with a hole and I told her that I'd bury her up to her neck and let the sea monsters get her. And she should be especially afraid of the giant squid as it would tickle her. I pounced and began tickling her with my tentacles as she desperately "swam" away. After about 10 minutes she asked me if we could do that so we could see some sea monsters and I said ok. The hole was just deep enough for her to stand in with her head poking out he top. I used mostly dry sand as I couldn't be bothered to do it properly. she stayed like that for about 45 mins before deciding that the sea monsters must have gone to bed so I dug her out and we went home and had sea monster pancakes.
Now the serious part. I have decided to include instructions on how to bury someone SAFELY. Just in case anyone is contemplating trying it.
1. Prearrange everything. Make sure that both of you trust each other completely and I mean this. Talk about what you intend to do don't just surprise someone about it.
2. Choose a beach where you both feel safe. Make sure you know about the tides as well as the tide will come in faster than you can imagine.
3. There are 3 ways to bury someone effectively:
(i) Dig a long trench then have the person lie down in a reclining position and cover them with wet sand (collect it from about 2 metres away from the water it should be ALOT darker than the dry sand you were digging) transport this in buckets to your friend and cover them over. Be sure to continually pat it down with your hands.
(ii) Dig a hole down and if you can get it deep enough have them stand at attention then poor the sand in and pat it down. DO NOT ALLOW THEM TO HELP YOU PAT IT DOWN ANY MOVEMENT ON THEIR PART WILL COMPRIMISE THE EFFECTIVENES OF THE BURIAL. Keep going until it has reached to the base of the neck. Don't go up to the chin. You should still be able to see their throat. If done this is the most effective way of burying someone.
(iii) Dig a hole down and if the person is too tall then have them sit cross legged (yoga style). And have them sit on their hands then follow the instructions detailed in (ii).
4. Give the person regular drinks. One of the advantages of wet sand is that it is heavier than dry sand and acts as a sort of cement and that it will warm up as the day goes on to a point that your friend ,provided that they are wearing swimming shorts/costume, will not notice going for a number 1.
5. Do not turn you back on them for a second. I know we all have the temptation to give our captive a little scare but DO NOT DO IT IF YOUR DOING A BURIAL. THIS CAN PROVE LETHAL.
6. Make sure that there head is above ground level. Don't have them any lower in a hole as sand will slide down and suffocate them.
7. Most importantly, bring a bucket so you can hide your friend from nosy people who turn up.
Have fun and don't grow up
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