On the afternoon of June 29, a sense of unease descended on the Don Chimphli subdistrict’s otherwise tranquil landscape in Bang Nam Priao district, Chachoengsao province. Police Lieutenant Suthep Sukhpanich, taking on the urgent role of orchestrating a rescue, reported a drowning in a pond once used for soil excavation. This vast water body, spanning two rai, harbors depths plunging several dozen meters at its central point and running three meters deep along its fringes.
The pond is framed by a lush tapestry of lotus and cattail plants, creating a deceptively serene picture. Yet beneath this calm surface, it conceals the potential dangers that now trap a community in suspense. As rescue divers from the Chachoengsao unit, armed with three divers and specialized equipment, took the plunge to scour the waters, Surapong’s wife and family looked on in heartsick trepidation. A poignant scene unfolded as she was met with the haunting sight of her husband’s clothes iced on the pond’s bank, triggering a cascade of tears and despair.
Unyielding in their efforts, the determined rescue team battled through the entangling bounty of lotus and cattail roots, these natural barriers thwarting their mission to locate Surapong. While the dive continued along the three-meter-deep perimeter, a mix of hope and solemnity settled over the pond—the missing man’s family lighting incense in a traditional plea for spiritual assistance amid the unfolding tragedy.
Time was not on their side, as looming storm clouds threatened to sever daylight. The search endured for over four hours until the dive’s chilly depths compelled a pause at 9 PM. The pre-dawn air, brisk and biting, underscored the dangers the divers faced, prompting a tactical retreat with plans to resume the search the following day, June 30.
Adding to the tension of a day marked by desperate hopes and relentless searching, was the critical eyewitness account provided by 47-year-old Nanphet, a long-time friend and colleague of Surapong. Known for his simple joys and pursuit of hunting, Surapong, that fateful day, was rooted in his commonplace activity near the pond, aiming at birds poised upon a lotus leaf.
Nanphet speculated that after hitting a bird, Surapong bravely, if fatally, dove in to retrieve his prize. A quick swim turned perilous, possibly snagged by muscle cramps or ensnared within the dense undergrowth of lotus and cattails beneath the pond’s surface. Upon returning, when his friend didn’t surface, Nanphet’s cheerful greeting twisted into a call of concern, only to be answered by Surapong’s temporarily abandoned attire—boots, trousers, hat—mute witnesses to what transpired next.
The situation draws a wide gaze, as the beautiful but wild nature of the place, shared with friends and family alike, now bears solemn closeness with uncertainty. This serene pond holds a story that waits for unfolding, alongside the tears and whispered prayers that echo the hope of deliverance.
Onlookers and community members gather, united in their wish for Surapong’s safe return, contemplating the sometimes tumultuous relationship between nature and mankind. As rescue efforts vow to continue amidst today’s unfolding clouds, the heart can only hold its breath, offering silent wishes to a cherished member of the community who dared to chase the ordinary against an extraordinary backdrop.
It’s truly a tragic story. It makes you realize how dangerous these everyday activities can be.
That’s true, but isn’t there a risk in everything we do? At least he was doing something he loved.
Loving it doesn’t change the risk, though. How many more need to get hurt before we prioritize safety?
I can’t believe people still hunt birds in this day and age. Shouldn’t we be preserving wildlife instead?
It’s part of some cultures and traditions. We shouldn’t judge without understanding the whole context.
Tradition isn’t an excuse for everything. How about adopting traditions that preserve nature instead?
As long as it’s done ethically, I see no problem. Some populations of birds need controlling.
I really hope they find him soon. It’s heartbreaking for the family.
Me too. The not knowing must be torture. I read that these rescue missions can sometimes take weeks.
This whole situation could have been avoided with proper swimming safety measures in place.
Exactly! People need to be more aware of the dangers of natural bodies of water.
And it’s so important to never swim alone, regardless of how confident you are.
Mistakes happen, though. What’s necessary now is support, not blame.
Each year, we lose so many people to preventable accidents like this one. When will authorities take action?
Does anyone else find it strange that the pond didn’t have any barriers or warning signs? It’s a hazard!
Public places definitely need to be safer. But maybe it was private property?
Even so, the community should be proactive about safety. It’s everyone’s responsibility.
I heard there’s a lot of folklore about that pond. Do they think it’s cursed?
It could just be superstition, but sometimes these tales hold some truth.
Feel so sorry for his wife and family. The waiting must be the hardest part.
Yes, they need all the support they can get right now. Community strength is everything in times like these.
This makes me think twice about going out for a simple hobby next time. Nature is unpredictable.
Do you think they will call off the search if they don’t find anything soon?
I hope not for the family’s sake. They deserve closure.
They usually exhaust all options before giving up. The authorities take these matters seriously.
Looking at the bigger picture, it’s a reminder of how we coexist with nature and its unpredictable ways.
True, but respecting nature also means being cautious and foreseeing potential dangers.
I wonder if divers using advanced technology could have been more effective.
Back in my day, we always had a buddy system whether hunting or swimming. Too many lone wolves these days.
Sending positive vibes to the search team. Hope Surapong is found soon.