The dumbest thing I ever did in my life occurred in 1978. I had a 1975 Jeep CJ-5. It had the Levis trim. Me, my buddy and his wife used to park next to the West branch of the Wading river, in between Godfrey's Bridge and the next bridge (Hawkins?). We would swim in the river, drink beer, and once in awhile sneak up on canoeists with our heads covered in reeds, and make moaning sounds. The girls would freak.
Anyway, big shot me decided to park in the bog right next to the river, thought I'd never get stuck. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Uh, "Breaker 1-9, Break, Break! Can anyone hear me, please come pull me out!" 45 minutes of that, and two guys from Browns Mills found me. They were the officers of a Landcruiser 4 wheeling club. Pulled me out, and I bought them sandwiches and beers at Mayos.