Here is a story I copied from a bottle digging forum. It's dangerous out there.
Only been digging for around five years, and that came to a screetching halt when me and my dad were buried last year. He didn't make it, and it really had me second guessing myself. A friend of mine was injured digging me out. Aftermath was a bad deal too. Took some time getting past all that. we were in some 1860's stuff in downtown L.A. A rare chance for me, and we tunneled because a skip loader had taken an area down about six feet, exposing a few privies. My dad and I were tunneling into a multi-seater, or very long trash pit for the Los Angeles Soda Works site. We were hoping for the ultra rare codd to pop out. I was in about five or more feet back throwing stuff into the entry where my dad was throwing that out into the open. Something caught his eye, and he crawled it in to me to look at. In a split second we were buried cheek to cheek with a small air pocket to breathe made possible by the large rock that was smashing the other side of my face. I was sitting upright when it happened, and my dad was on all fours. He got the brunt of it. The Fire Dept. said he had around two tons of earth smashing him, and because I was all the way back when the bank fell away, I had only two feet of loose dirt on me. When I got out I was able to dig dirt from under his chest to relieve some pressure. I was able to give him water, and he was assuring me I was doing good for him. I just got to be too much for too long.
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