Day 2 of Stuck Fest 2016. Got up early to visit with my Mother in law and Father in law. Gave Nana a hug and talked stuck Jeeps and politics with Mike. Good people, love em.
Josh "heard" the night before that somebody was lining up a dozer to get everybody out for about 3pm. After the inlaws left wife went to work, I started calling Josh and Brayden to double check times. Didn't want to miss the dozer... Still nothing set in stone. Brayden says let's just go dig it out.
Not one to pass up free labor and not wanting to miss the dozer, I told them I'd meet them out there.
I loaded up the GTP with all the shovels and lumber I could fit in there... which is actually quite a bit with the back seats folded down. 6' 2x8, 4' 2x6, a couple of 6' landscaping timbers, 6 2x2 sheets of 1/2" plywood... assorted bits of 2x4 and 4x4...
Monster truck D-bag was asking around for a Hi-Lift the night before. I had one in my truck but he didn't have anything to put under it and neither did I. I left it in the truck so it wouldn't get buried like our trucks...
There was just a pile of empty fast food bags and beer cans where Austin's truck was. They'd gotten out about 3am. The D-bag had gotten his monster Jeep out sometime in the morning. There was a new truck out there, Chris's 2x dodge with street tires.
Before I left the night before Todd and a couple of others had gotten out and convoyed the heck out of there. So mine, Chris's Dodge, Aron's green company truck and the backhoe were the only ones still out there.
My truck still looked like this:
Chris just got a job at Jalapeno Tree, on probation, and was going to be late. So one of the boys gave him a ride to work and he gave Brayden his keys. "We'll get your's out too and I'll bring it to you."
We jacked the front of my truck up and started digging, braced the frame and diff with landscaping timbers and got a better bite with the jack, jacked it up some more and dug some more. The driver's side wasn't in too deep so we just cleaned up around the tires. On the passenger side we used the 2x8 and 2x6 to make "bridges"... Stuffed as much as we could under the 2x's for support. ended up leaving the Hi-Lift under the rear for support too, the limber wasn't going to hold. Normally I'd be adverse to such wanton disregard for my tail gate or my 25 year old jack, but...
Honestly didn't think it would work. It did! Fired her up and let her warm up a little. Lit a cig for luck and nailed it. Jumped right out of the hole and hauled @ss for the road!
I was out! Cool, I can go home!
I parked by the road... again... and walked back to where Brayden was working on Chris' truck. We dug a little and pushed... no go.
Aron and some of the others had come back and started digging around the company truck. And we were starting to get a pretty good crowd of observers.
He's making frequent runs back up the hill to see who's there, who's stuck and waiting for a loose truck to pull him out... telling everybody he just needs one good tug... (his 3rd day, I don't blame him)
Brayden was giving up on Chris' truck... or giving up on digging anyway. "C'mon Kerry, you can make it back around here and give me a yank from back here and I'll follow you out the way you came in." I kept telling him.. bad idea, bad idea...
At 10 years old that butthead figured out just the tight amount of whining and pleading to get me to do stuff I don't wanna do...
*sigh* Alright, we'll walk the route I took out and see if the 2x will make it, some of it felt pretty squishy... Along the way I spot several areas where I was just a foot or two away from another leg eating bog. It was like a mine field. Nasty, boggy, bottomless pits scattered all over the place.
As usual, no problem getting back out there. Tie on to Chris' truck and give him a little pull onto some firmer ground. We both get pointed in the right direction and head out. Everything's going smooth, then Ploop! I just start sinking. Give it a little gas and the tires just saw right through it and the frame is on the ground again.
We do some jacking and digging... toss some wood under the tires again. Get to moving and as soon as I'm off the boards it just sinks. Didn't even bother giving it gas this time, that's just more digging....
We tried pushing and digging with Chris', nada.
I should have taken some pics of the people just walking around, watching all the digging.. Sometimes I thought it was funny, others it just pissed me off. A good 75% of those peckernecks have eaten at my house.
One of the boy's friends shows up with a bunch of airmen. They were hangin at the mall and he told them there was a bunch of people stuck at the lake... Wichita Falls girls love guys with muddy jeans...
I think there was 6 of them in a square body 3/4 ton 4x4 Suburban, winch and 33" all terrains. They pull around Chris' truck to get behind mine and get stuck.
I tell them go ahead and tie on, either they'll pull me out or I'll be anchor and they'll pull themselves out... They pulled me back about 15 feet, not out at all. My tires were just cutting through, even at idle or in neutral, and I went even deeper in the muck. But they got out.
They got stuck some more getting back behind the Dodge. More pushing and rocking, some digging, lots of talk from the airmen.. They finally got in position and latched on to the Dodge. They were trying the "winching while nailing it in reverse and burying yourself " technique. More pushing, rocking, digging. Suburban overheating a little.... Latch on and winch some more. not getting anywhere. 2 airmen talking smack while the others have their hands in their pockets and explaining how their technical expertise doesn't apply to this situation.. Officer material there.
At this point I'm wishing whatshisface had found a truckload of Marines instead. Not dissing the Air Force in general.. just these particular putzes. The guy that owned the truck and the guy driving were both mouthy Aholes, the others were nice guys, just useless.
Josh... He gets his temper, his mouth and lack of filter from his Mom. Josh says.. "Look, I really do appreciate what you guys are doing, coming out here and helping and all... But you don't have to be @ssh*les about it." All of us that know Josh just started shaking our heads and chuckling... Ol Josh...
Of course there was a little bluster and talk from the airmen but they loaded up and left. Just as well, they really weren't much help at all.
Oh, while we were jacking around with the airmen up on the flats, a nice looking wrangler and a late 80s Bronco had come in. The Bronco got a little stuck right off the bat. The Wrangler went down to the hill where I had pulled Austin out and he was working on winching Aron's company truck out. Once the Bronco got loose he worked his way back there and anchored the Wrangler and they pulled him out.
The Bronco got stuck again getting back to the road and ripped the wiring for his electric front locker out. He stayed on solid ground after that.
Those two had come out because they knew Chris and pulling him out of mudholes is a habit with them. Older fellas but not as ancient as me. And they know how to winch. The big fella in the Wrangler is JR or RJ, can't remember... he has a nephew that's stayed at my house sometimes. And the bigger fella in the Bronco is Yeti. It fits. I still have their shovels, need to contact them...
Anyway, after pulling Aron out the Wrangler came over to work on the Dodge. More digging, jacking, stacking wood, winching...
Aron got stuck again on the way to the road and Yeti was reeling him in from the terra firma.
Finally got the Dodge out... then it got stuck again. But it was within reach of Yeti's cable and he started pulling that one in too.
By this time it was almost dark again.... Wrangler came over and hooked up to mine. We made a little progress but Mine was just too stuck and too heavy. The little Wrangler was sliding toward me. Yeti was totally averse to bringing his Bronco anywhere near soft ground again so he couldn't anchor.
They stuck around as long as they could while we made calls and FB posts looking for another anchor truck. Everybody I know runs diesels, they didn't need to be out there.
Josh is a member of the Wichita Falls Off Road and Recovery group. One of the guys on that group said he could come out after he got off work.
We did some more prep work waiting for him. Jacked the truck back up and piled more lumber under it. One of the problems the Wrangler had was that my tires just weren't getting on top of the mud.
It was probably around 9:30 when Chris got out there. He has a crew cab Dodge gasser and fat all terrains. He just putted out and latched on, pulled me right out. I gave him 40 for fuel and he putted back out.
It was a long, chilly, wobbly ride home. She was all over the road at 30 MPH. I stopped in Scotland and scraped what I could off the wheels with a screw driver, then I could get close to 50 MPH...
I'll be posting about my winch soon, I'm sure. I'll need assistance figuring out the wiring on it.... and the manual won't help.
I bought that Hi-Lift when I had my 72 Jimmy. I only used it once to pull a wheel off... and that was pretty scary with 33s, a 2 inch lift and factory bumpers. Only got the Jimmy stuck once and winched myself out. I used the jack a few times over the years to move stuff around..... But I am now a believer in the Hi-Lift.
Spent about 6 hours with the power washer Sunday... what a mess....
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