Stuck Stories - share with us your stories of getting Stuck or Unstuck.

[jwdeeming]

Some of my hunting adventures have put me in a tight spot a time or two. The truest measure of how much fun you're having is if things get exciting enough that passengers insist on getting out and walking.



My buddy and I had an idea that we should get little pedestrian stickers to put on the sides of our trucks - like a notch in the gun - everytime somebody got out and walked. I guess we could use little Ford or Chebby stickers too for each tow job.

 

[TomGolden]

Well, it wasn't a real big deal. I just got back from an Elk hunt in New Mexico. Was my first time ever driving in any type of real offroad conditions, so I was a rookie. It was on some small, dirt hunting (formerly logging) road, going down a narrow, twisting canyon, snow was almost 2 feet deep. I was already in 4WD high range, going along at maybe 20 MPH. I could tell the snow was getting pretty deep, and we were the only vehicle of any kind that had been on this road in at least a week, since the previous snow storm. The wheels started slipping, and then we just stopped - nothing but 4 wheel spin. We opened our doors to get out and look the situation over, and the snow was higher than the door sills.



We shoveled for an houyr, and then chained up all 4 wheels, and we were finally able to back out the way we came in, until we found a spot wide enough to turn around in.



If you're interested, I have a web page with some pictures of the hunt, and the truck all chained up at www.geocities.com/tom_95619/new_mexico.html



Enjoy!



Tom

 

[C Schomer]

A few years ago I went on a boating adventure with the In Laws. I got stuck on the beach and had to have Vern pull me out with his 4wd Ranger. He was so excited, he forgot to put it in low range and smoked his clutch so bad I couldn't even see his truck behind mine. We got mine out anyway and I didn't think I'd ever hear the end of it! I knew his time would come - remember, he drives Fords! Last summer they went on a camping trip with us and he was following me going up the mountain. All at once, he disappeared. I turned around, went back a couple miles and there he was - with his dead Exploder! My mother-in-law went with us in my truck and Vern waited for the wrecker(Sat. 4PM). Well, everything imaginable went wrong for Vern that night and we didn't see anything of him until 11AM the next day - the wrecker took three hours to get there, the Ford dealer was closed and the rental car company didn't show up with his car. He was so furious, I couldn't even give him any I TRIED TO BY-PASS THE CUSSING FILTER about it! Then he went and traded his Exploder and Taurus for a Durango. I finally got him... I told him "he had to trade two Fords to get one Dodge!! Craig

 

[DUNE RACER]

Three of us went out late one night when I was 18 in my friends beat Chevy Luv with 28" snow tires. We ended up back in the woods where we used to party and made it through some easy mud holes then we came to a nasty looking one. We got out and pondered for a minute over another round of beverages and convinced the driver that he could make it We ended up high centered with water running in the holes in the floor.



It was a LONG, DARK walk out of those woods, of course we had no light or anything in the truck. At about midnight we emerged on the main road and got ready for the 5 mile walk to a pay phone. Then our luck changed the only vehicle we saw ended up being a guy we knew that gave us a ride all the way back to my friends house



We decided to make a night of it so we grabbed his 125cc quad and trailer and everything else in the shop and headed back in his 2wd ford. The two other guys rode on the quad and I rode in the trailer as we tried to make it down the trail to the Luv. A 125cc quad was never intended for this duty We had to get a major speed run at every obstical which resulted in the trailer turning over several times, that sucked



We finally made it back, cracked open another round and began pulling with the come along. The ol Luv actually came out easy and we made it back to the house before daybreak.



Points scored-



-10 stuck

+20 unstuck

+10 BIG pockets



Lesson learned-



Next time we try to stuff 3 people in a 2 people cab I'll stay home

 

[Scot]

Gee, where do I start? Do you want the stupidest one, the most expensive one, the first one, the last one, the longest one, the one that involved the most vehicles... ?



As I have said in another thread, during and a few years after high skrool, we spent most Friday and Saturday nights out in the rice fields near Alvin TX. The mud was bottomless black clay gumbo kept fresh with the near daily rains.



I ran a '67 Jeep CJ5 first with 12x32x15 Desert Dogs and later with 14x35x15 Gumbo Monster Mudders. Later I ran a '66 Ford Bronco with 12x32x15 Gumbo's.



Things I learned:



(1) This past-time is quite expensive, but still cheaper than taking out chicks.



(2) Don't buy the wrong tire. What works great in sand and rocks in Bastrop TX (Desert Dogs) blow chunks in black gumbo.



(3) A tire knows only 2 things: (1) it is getting enough horsepower so you can make it do what want it to do. (2) how many pounds it is holding up. IE All it knows is it has power and it is supporting 1200 lbs. It don't care if there is a Ford, Chevy, Dodge, Jeep, International, or a Yugo sitting on top



(4) Disc brakes are better than drums any day.



(5) Peoples who said it could not be stuck soon were.



(6) A poorly equipped vehicle driven by an experienced driver will go farther than a better equipped one with a novice.



(7) Alcohol multiplies dig out time exponentially.



(8) Do not be the only kid in town with the winch.



(9) Do not be the best/only mechanic. Otherwise it is you laying in the leech infested bog unbolting shattered parts while your buddies hold the flashlight (usually in your eyes) and drink beer.



(10) When in doubt, floor it!



I guess the most memorable outing was on a Friday the 13th, appropriately enough. The first group to leave consisted of me and 4 other Jeeps. We ended seperating and chasing each other around with no lights using only the moonlight to see.



The mud was in fine form that night and soon one was stuck. That Jeep, while trying to get out, managed to get the fan into the radiator putting him out of commission. The guy who attempted to rescue him stuck and spun the infamous AMC Gremlin/CJ5 tapered/splined rear axle. The guy who attempted to rescue them stuck and broke the front driveshaft. While I layed the leech infested bog (see above), number 5 Jeep goes for help. Part way out, the Gremlin axle spun and he stuck. After getting the driveshaft off, I started winching. I got on the best ground I could find and ran the winch out (no reel release on old B-52 bomb-bay winch). I pulled the guy out with the broken driveshaft to the better ground. We decided that we could probably pull the rest out by pulling in tandam. I warned the the person who hooked up the chain to make sure not to capture the unfused #2 wire going from the battery to the winch between the chain and tow hook.



We tightened up and all the sudden the lights got very dim. Smoke began to roll out from under the hood as I got it open. The #2 copper wire was bright cherry red as I screamed about needing a 1/2" wrench to disconnect the battery cable. Then I remembered that it was still in my pocket from removing the driveshaft. The terminals were too hot to touch and I just hooked the wire with the wrench and broke it. Surprisingly, the engine started.



Other buddies arrived to help pull off casualties, but I was the only one of the original 5 to make it to the paved road on the leading end of a chain.

 

[Gizmo 007]

My worst off roading experience ever? Easy.



-100 pts: I owned a 94' chevy 3/4 ton 4x4 extended cab long bed at the time. had a 454 w/ automatic transmission



Me and a buddy were cruising down an old logging road that was full of ruts and holes. We come up to a set of ruts made by a large log skidder. I decide to try and straddle one of the ruts. Big Mistake! My front right tire slid off in the rut and took the rest of the truck with it. My truck is now laying on the passenger side, with a busted passenger window and a ripped off mirror. I landed on my buddy as the truck slammed into the bottom of the rut.



My only truck is now completely on it's side, in a hole. Now what!!?! We manage to crawl out of the driver door which is now straight up. I have a winch, but it's useless, the trucks on it's side, and there's nothing to tie the cable to :{.



We walk 3 miles back to the highway, hitch a ride back to my buddy's house, and get his F-250 4x4 and a chain. We drive back to my truck, and tie the chain to the frame rail. I couldn't believe it, the droF pulled out my truck SIDEWAYS !



What did I learn? Never drive a chevy (off road, anyway ), Never straddle a skidder rut, and paint is expensive. Oh well, live and learn, and then get a Dodge

 

[Alaskaskiff]

Buddy and I were out looking for ducks to shoot in mid december about 40 miles from town (Alaska). Road was covered with ice and it was snowing lightly. We were far enough from town that they don't sand the road and they don't use salt at all. Saw ducks on the river right next to the road, stopped to jump shoot. Missed. Got back in took off in 2whl (just spins) he grabs 4Hi and we slide right off the road sideways (road going slightly up and banked to drain towards the river. Thought we we going in the river... got lucky. End up with a 25 degree list off the road (all wheels off the road) leaning against a bush and caught over the roots of another one. We had seen no one in over an hour and the few houses nearby were all summer cabins. Of course there is no cell phone/pay phone, etc. It was an hour before dark and the snow was picking up. Looked in the back for extraction tools and... ... . I TRIED TO BY-PASS THE CUSSING FILTER he had taken them out (come-along, tire chains, shovel, etc), except for a piece of rope and a real dull hatchet. So, we took the rope and fastened it to front and rear bumpers of truck and tied the other end across the road around some bushes (tightening the whole thing up with stick (spanish windlass approach). Chopped out the remains of the bush from under the truck (toyota), put the floor mats under the tires and drove it back and forth until the arc of the rope + the truck's motion pulled the truck out... . Total time about 4 hours (last 3 in the dark with snow)



Scoring



DumbA$$ award for too much throttle -20

Taking extraction gear out of truck -20

No ducks -5



Getting out of this mess with a piece of rope +50



Overall, bottom line: We went home!

 

[Ben Rumson]

Little "kill" Stickers- GREAT IDEA

I LOVE jwdeeming's idea about putting little Ford and Chevy stickers on our rigs for each time we save one, or perhaps win a most exciting race to the top of the mountain.



Can see it now... little Ford and Chevy hash marks like the fuselage on a B-52 Bomber or an F-15 Could put them in the upper right hand corner of the back window.



This would up the anty above not just having the small boy peeing on their insignia - it would tell a story ...



hummmm ... who has connections with a decale maker?



GREAT IDEA Deeming !

 

[Scot]

Stupidest stuck stories:

Mine: Once again in the rice fields or more accurately, rice canals. For those who are not familair with rice fields, the canals are higher than the fields and gates are opened to keep the fields wet. The roads have a fairly tall bridge to get over the canal. This particular one had a concrete spill-way for 25' or so.



Mom's Cutlass could have probably gone over the bridge without a problem so I decided that since I had a Jeep, I needed to drive across the spill-way. It carried 2' or so of stagnant water and that wonderful green slime algea holding the slick mud.



Actually it was not so big of a challange except for the fact that you have to get up on the tall levy and make a quick 90 deg turn. The problem showed up as I tried to make it up the side to get to the levy. There is a neat "feature" with Holley carbs where when you get them onto any angle at all, one float goes wide open and flushes like a toilet.



I finally ended up backing up as far as I could and hitting the other side in low/low at WOT. It would almost crest the top before it flooded. This happened time after time and I finally made it out on one of the last times that the battery would start it!



Primary lesson learned: Holley is not an offraod carburator.



Other peoples: Guy I went to skrool with's dad was a doctor. Daddy bought him a Toyota Land Cruiser. He decides to drive it through a drainage ditch that my dog could tell could not be driven through. He calls me and I arrive to see the thing sitting 20 feet down in the bottom with the bumpers sitting on the channel banks. The tires were paddling water. I winched him up at a bit of a vector due to obstructions at the top. I was winching single line when the wires from the solonoids to the motor burned up. I then chained up and tried pulling. Then I tried jerking. Then the chain broke. Then the front driveshaft twisted off.



We went and got a buddy with a '70 Ford F250 4x4 4spd. He backed up, hooked up, and pulled the LC out in 4 low/low without even using any throttle.



Primary lesson learned: horsepower is great but you have to get it into the mud.

 

[BarryG]

Heres one for stupidity.

Had a 74 chevy c10 with full time 4 wheel. One late night after having more than my fair share of can courage decided to drive through a pond. Which we had done many times before. However this time it was in the middle of winter. Got in about 15 feet. Truck died. Waded back to shore and we all walked home freezing. Figured we would just get out in the morning well later that morning since it was about 2am. I figured I was out of gas. Darn gauge didn't work and forgot how low on gas I was before starting this adventure.

Anyway went back the next morning. The truck was frozen in good. Went to about 10 below zero. The doors scraped the ice as they opened. Put in some fuel and fired her up but no go. Friends truck couldn't even budge it so another friend went and got one of his big JD tractors with duals on the rear. It just sat there and spun. Now he was mad cause he was so confident that his big tractor could pull it out. So he went and got one of his bigger tractors one of those big JDs with duals front and rear I believe it was a Versatill (sp) I was thinking all right this will be no problem. He just sat there spinning all eight tires not even budging my truck. He got out unhooked and drove off cussing.



Next day I go back thinking I am so lucky today as they are unloading a dozer to do some construction work nearby. I sweet talk the dozer operater into helping me out. He hooks up and it breaks the 3/8 in chain still not budging my truck. Now I think I am screwed until spring. He tells me that later that day another piece of equipment is coming that could do it.

So when it arrives a little later I sweet talk this guy and after laughing his arse off for 15 minutes at me he says come back tommorrow and after he is done he will do it. Had to come back the next day because it would take the rest of the day to put his equipment together. It came on several different flat beds. I do not know what you call this thing but it was like a giant backhoe on treads. The treads were as tall as I was. The bucket was the size of my truck. They were going to lay some pipe so he had all kinds of chains. This guys skill was unbelievable. As he sat on the side of the pond he took that bucket all the way around my truck and broke the ice then had me hook chains up to all of the spring shackles and with some 4x4 timbers against the sides of my truck to prevent damage we hooked all the chains to the bucket and he lifted the truck completely out of the pond and swung it around to the shore. Looked like a chevy popsicle. After a couple hours of work with a hatchet and blow torch to get rid of the ice around the wheels etc I drove off. The guy had so much fun helping out such a moron all he wanted was a sixpack for his trouble. Said it was the best day he had at work in years. Only damage was slight crease on right rear side where one of the timbers indented above the wheel well of the bed.



Lesson learned many beers can give you courage but it doesn't make up for stupidity. and Oh yeah for the last 20 years since then if I go off road I carry extra fuel even though my fuel gauge works.

 

[Slightly Modified]

This has nothing to do with my Cummins but it was an adventure nonetheless. I was about 17 and me and three other guys decided to go four wheeling. I was riding with a friend in his Yoda with 33's and two other guys are riding in a Jeep Cherokee Chief. We were riding and drinking beer and having a good ol' time as usual. We went through a little meadow and made it through no problem. Well, the Chief get stuck, and I mean stuck. Not sure if he took the same route we did but he is buried. So we hook the Yoda up to it and we get stuck. Well we are out of cell range and the nearest phone is about five miles away. We were pretty far back in there. Well, the two guys who were driving decide they will run to the phone and call some of our buddies. So me and my other buddy stay behind to guard the beer. Well after about an hour the beer runs out. The situation is looking bad.



Well, to our rescue we see headlights. It happens to be some college students from Samford University about fifteen miles away. They are out there going camping. Well they offered us some beer and to try to pull us out. They were in an old Yoda 4-runner. Well they hooked to the Yoda truck and broke the strap first try. They offer to hang around but we said we would be fine. Well after three hours we finally see more headlights. It turns out to be our buddies. The only person they could get a hold of was our friend with a Ford Bronco II. Well the situation didn't look good but he impressed us all. He pulled out both vehicles with no problem. Well the funniest thing about this night was that the guy in the Chief got stuck again on our way out. So we had to pull him out again. We told him that he was to never go four wheeling in that thing again. That night we all voted that the Chief would now be known as the Squaw.

 

[Elk]

Well I would be really in the hole if I started adding up all my stuck stories. I will tell one were the old cummins really paid off. It was early may ( my aniversry ) the wife and I and first son about 1 at the time decide to go camping. When I go camping I do not like to run into other people so we go way back in the woods and are traveling along a so called road when all of a sudun we hit where their had been some logging activity durring the winter and the next thing I know the truck list violently to one side and we come to a sudden stop. I get out and look the situation over and think to my self this is not good since the axels are both burried in the mud and I have a 8. 5 foot old heavy kit camper on the truck and a atv trailer behind. I unhook the trailer and send the wife down the road aways with it being pulled by the atv. I jump back into the old 1991 dodge put it into 4 low and push the throtle to the floor and low and behold the truck blowing black smoke the likes I have never seen before starts rocking and before long it powers itself out. Of course I told the wife I knew it would come out. (she did not believe me but also became a cummins believer) and since then only cummins powered trucks have graced our driveways because no gasser would have made it out.

 

[Slightly Modified]

Well I knew I would jinks myself by posting a stuck story, sure enough I did. I got the rig stuck this past weekend for the first time. Me and a couple of buddies of mine were up at our cabin this weekend doing some fishing. I was taking them to a pond they had never fished and I hadn't been to in about three years. It is located about halfway up a mountain and there is one huge hollow that all the runoff from it collects close to the pond. Well we pulled up to it and it is only about thirty yards across. I eased out into it with the front tires and it seemed pretty solid. So I snatched it into four wheel and started across it. Well about halfway across I could feel us starting to sink. So I gave it some more juice and we started sliding off to the right into some nasty stuff. Well we made it about ten feet from the other side and we stopped. I had traction on the left side but the right side was buried. We spent an hour trying to get it out but ended up getting it dug in even worse so I called my step father to come and pull us out with the tractor. I knew it was going to happen sometime or another and at least it was a fun adventure. He came with the tractor and pulled us right out. No harm to the truck. He said he is going to get some gravel hailed in soon because if I can get stuck there he surely can get stuck in his Dakota. Like I always say, if your gonna stick it, stick it good. At least I had to have a tractor to pull me out. You know it was a good one.

 

[Texas Diesel]

Sorry no Cummins involved but funny anyway. We were inching up a jeep trial in our 95 4wd Dakota from Castle Hot Springs to Crown King, AZ when we spotted a Bronco with both passenger wheels sitting in the air. He had just bought it, his first 4wd and was rubbernecking at the view from the side of the mountain. Well the road was washed out and he didnt see it. The only thing holding the Bronco up was the fact that it was resting in the pumkins, actually it was teetering on the pumpkins. Bad situation, he was in the driver seat for ballast purposes with the passengers pulling down on the open drivers door. Along comes two sand rails, you know, smoking VW engines and tubular frames. They all pile out and decide amongst themselves ( 4 people ) to hook two chains to the Bronco and drag him back onto the trail. I bet the sandrails weighed 1000 pounds each (!).

I told my wife to get back, way back, and get ready to see the Bronco pull the sandrails over the side and down to the bottom, about 600' straight down. I also told her to not stand so close to them because they were acting strange and since she (and myself) were carrying a sidearm ( legal in Arizona ) I wanted to avoid them. Well one of them heard me and proceeded to inform me that I had bad "Karma" (?) and that because of me and her being armed AND having bad Karma they were just going to leave and not help. Well the owner of the Bronco yelled for me and thanked me for getting rid of the punks. I hooked up to him on his driver side frame and drug him back onto the trail.

 

[CJ Johansson]

Re: Photos anyone? - Stuck Ford

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-cj

 

[CMacKenzie]

I'll make this short and painless. Had a fire call Sat. night . Grass fire. Another dept. that had responded with us got their brush truck stuck. They had tried a 1/2 ton 2wd ford to pull out vehicle first time. No luck. They told me to back right in. Should have got out and checked ground myself. Front axle found a large sink hole and buried itself. Pulled out by pwrstroke 4x4 who was on solid ground.

Morale of this story: Always check terrain yourself, never rely on the person who is stuck, they just want to get out and if they can't, they'll have company while they wait for another tow.

 

[CJ Johansson]

Actualy, I do have a stuck story. My 3500, my fault. I was backing into our "driveway", which is a pad cut by a cat last summer. There's about 4 ft of fill on the end you enter from and the snow had drifted such that the actual edge looked like it was further out than it was. I backed over the snow, which gave way, the truck slid sideways down the slope and was buried up to the axles on all tires in the soft fill. It wouldn't move at all, just spun the tires.



Getting out was no problem though. I just hooked a chain to the big JD tractor. An 18,000 lb 4WD tractor moves a buried 8,000 lb truck like it's not even there.



The worst part was, my wife watched me get stuck, as I'd just previously unstuck her 4x4 Ford F-250 from almost exactly the same spot



-cj

 

[Johnboy3]

I was just stuck yesterday. Sorry, no Cummins involved in this story though. I was backing down a lease road we had just put a pipeline down the side of it when the front tire slid into the freshly filled ditch line. I got out and gave it the Evil Kinevil look and thought I could make it. So I got in and hammered it. Now both tires on the driver's side were in. I called my little brother to tug me out. Which was extremely embarrassing because I had just peeled his *** that morning for doing almost the exact same thing with the backhoe. Told him what a stupid idiot he his for driving so close to the freshly backfilled ditch. And there I am. He tried to tug me out with his pickup, but it was raining and the dirt roads were pretty snotty. So, we went and got the backhoe and tugged my truck back out. I snapped a few pics of it for fun - Stuck Pics



There are a couple other pics at that link too. One is of when one of our guys was backing the dump up the road and got off the stone a little. I had to tug him out with the dozer.



The other two pics are of a rescue I had to make about a month and a half ago. We were working way back in the woods where you couldn't get a tractor trailer in no how. The drilling crew needed to get their TD-15 Dozer out, so they called this company I used to work for to bring their tiltbed out and haul it. I saw the tilt bed go by and it never came back. Pretty soon here comes a couple of guys walking up towards where I was working. They said they were stuck bad and needed me to pull them out. So, I tracked the excavator down to the stuck site. For some reason or another, the tilt bed driver couldn't get the winch to work or "something". So they couldn't pull the dozer on. They came up with this great idea that they could back over to the bank and drive the dozer on. The only bad part was that there was a ditch between the bank and the location. But they do it anyhow. Drive the dozer on, squash the truck deeper into the muddy ditch, and try to drive away. No way. So then they get the great idea to run the winch cable of the dozer back about 30 feet to a group of three trees, and get this, pull the truck backwards up onto the bank and get a "run" for the ditch. When they started winching, the truck stayed put, but the tree sure came. I lifted the tree off the top of the truck and pushed it to the side. Then pulled the truck out. I couldn't stop laughing.



I have a bunch of stuck pics, I just need to find them.

 

[Nordby]

Like the rest in this confessional, I've been in deep so many times you'd think sometime I'd learn. Certainly adding up all the pts, I'd be at 0 or negative for sheer stupidity:



"Get a run at it, you'll plane across the top of it". Water lock. Axle windup.



"I don't think anything is in that drift" Parking curbs, bent rims, flat tires in 0 degree snowy weather.



"Let's go crossways across those ruts and see if we make it". Frame stuck. Wish I hadn't been pulled out of this one, about 5 minutes later rolled that F150 3 times down a sidehill, ended up on its tires, rollbars are required equipment for this stuff!



"Basically, hold my beer and watch this" stuff almost once a week



I did learn to keep the equipment in the truck box, tires are everything, and help others cause you are going to need it sooner or later yourself! The best recent one:



Spring 1999, 3 days of rain felll here (monument, co), 9" or more. Rain coming up from the water table into everyone's basement it saturated the ground so much. My little brother calls, took a shortcut home in his carpet cleaning van (E150 with the whole propane steam cleaning unit in the back, uhh, slightly overloaded, eh?). The shortcut was through the new Oracle building site, off I-25 across from the AFA. He tells me where he is, I couldn't fathom why he was down there, it was all clay. 6-8" at least of it. It was difficult going down that hill, coming out towing would be special. 1/4+ mile in I find him, 9pm, soaking wet, wearing a tee-shirt and wet all day from sucking water out of basements all over colorado springs. He was a bit hypothermic, making bad decisions, shivering hard - explains why he was in there in the first place. We get him a jacket, under heat for a bit and get him eating and drinking, and start in on it. Brand new never used high lift jack got broke in. Had a RR tie stub with me to keep it from sinking too far. The construction site was building the access road, so piles of road base were nearby! We throw that under his tires. Out came the tire chains - pyrless had the eagle-claws on sale the fall before. All 4 chained up, tighteners, drive it, retighten, ready for battle. Hook him up, pull him off the jack to a grassy area. Now we have to go up the new unfinished road, all clay. 4wheel low, auto, 4. 10lsd, 460cu with K&N, Flo-Pro exhaust, I leave it in drive and start pulling with him helping. We hit the clay and I just floor it. All 4 wheels (OK, 3, but the fronts were alternating) just roosting mud. SHifts to 2nd. Shifts to 3rd. Speedo says 30, tack says 4200. Truck is doing 6mph, maybe. Took 1-2 minutes to go the 1/4 mile, but it kept creeping out that road, occasionaly he'd help too much, the van would swing and pull me over- he'd let off and we'd straighten again.

Out on the street, was amazing - the front of his white van, windhield and all, had 3" of mud pasted all over it, the roof was coated, the sides were a mess. He said at first the sound was like a hailstorm in that van with the mud pulverizing it, then it got quieter as the mud got thicker... Man the ruts we dug in that road were heroic, but already oozing back in for the next victim.



keep the stories coming! jon.