That is not too bad. Right after I bought my truck I drove it down to Texas to show my brother. My brother and their friends and I went fishing in their "secret spot". My brother said they took his Wrangler there all the time. Well I said ok. I said ok before I saw my brothers Wrangler and heard the tells that went along with it. At that time his Jeep is in Alabama broke down and really trashed.
At 2:00 am we head out and drive for 30 mins. or so. Just as we crossed a bridge he yells turn here. I stop and did not see anywhere to turn. He says right there in the opening of the trees. Well I look and it drops down into water and I just look at him saying whhhaaatt? My brothers friend is saying it is only a few inches deep and the bottom is solid. I got out and look and it looked to be ok. It was only about 20 yards long. So I put the truck in 4lo and drop off the road. I drove through with no problems. The further I got from the road the narrower the "trail" gots. Remember it is dark outside, very dark. My headlights shine on water again, this time it was a very narrow spot which is not good in a 3500.
My brother says its fine no problem. I trust him, he's my brother. I start to drive through and found water up to my bumper and the bottom was MUD. I started to spin tires so I used the "redneck posi" E-brake. I make it though the slop ok and hit dry land again only to see I was on a small Island. Water was in front of me again. Now I looked at my brother and his friends and they all look lost. My brother says,"The river must be up, But then again I never been here sober before. "
I get out to look at the mess I am in. It was dark, we had zero flashlights. Here I am sitting in a swap on a little island about 15 ft long and wide in a $50,000 dollar truck. As I am standing there in a swap thinking how I can kill my brother and his redneck friends, I see these little red things floating in the water all around us. They are all in pairs of two, then it hits me. I say "Micheal, are those what I think they are. " He looks and says, "Wow, I haven't seen that many aligators here before. "
About that time I hear someone calling for my brother. Three guys come walking up and they looked around with the same confused look my brother had. "Where did all this water come from. More people needed dieing. I get back in my truck and start to back out, no place to turn around. It took my about 5 tries to get out and only needed the winch once. I backed out all the way to the street. Once I get back to the street I see these two raised Chevy trucks that were well used and abused sitting aloneside of the road. It is what those 3 guys were driving. I looked at the driver of one of the trucks and asked him why did he park here instead of driving it back there were I just came from. He looked at me like I was a dummy and said, "Ain't no way in he!! I would drive back there.
Well I got out of there with no damage to the truck, and no one died. We found another fishing hole, well really it was the same one. We crossed the bridge and pulled up to a lanch ramp and parking lot. In the back parking lot was the "secert spot". As the sun came up my brother looked at me and said, "You know, next time I think I will just park here instead of driving back there".
BTW my brother hit a Mack truck in his jeep, head on. My cousin and him "fixed it" The grill was pulled out by hand and a rope kept the hood down. The radiator was shot so they went to a juck yard for one. Well no Jeep radiators around so they just grabed a radiator. The radiator was way too big so it was just wired in front of the grill. Another wire was holding the upper radiator hose away from the bent and cracked engine fan. And to top it off, there was a set of Longhorns on the hood.