What happens when you are not a sports fan and your son and dogs are't either ?
Why you head deep into the pines (4 miles in from 206) to check some remote goose spots for late season Canadas with the dogs.
Then, you ignore dad's advice and try to drive through this:
Then you call Mom to rescue dad, son, Hank and Murphy by bringing dad's big ol' diesel truck back with the strap. (I remember a time not long ago when a cell phone was worthless in this spot.)
We left the stuck truck running with the exhaust tip submerged in 6" of water and blowing bubbles. My son grabbed anything of value and we started walking towards 206. I told my wife what road we were on and to lock in the hubs and stop at the first water hole that would scare her and that was where we would meet. My son and the dogs and I hoofed it about a mile and a half to the meet spot and beat her there by 3 minutes.
A little belch from the 7.3 in low range and creeper low brought the Jeep back to dry land.
Then mom and son bail the Jeep out with coffee cups and a take-out dinner plastic plate.
I didn't realize I had my camera until after I yanked him out so I don't have a before picture.
We left the woods at sunset.
Actually, it was fun for me, mom and the dogs but it may be the end of my son's Jeep. He did the same thing a year ago and had the transmission completely rebuilt. After I drug him out we parked on a hill and water came out of the exhaust for awhile and he was smoke trailing pretty good on Chew Road.
We dropped it off to a mecahnic friend of mine and we will know more about the damage tomorrow.
Sitting home now with a rock glass of Wild Turkey 81 and a Firestone Walker IPA.
Life is good.
Go Phillies!
Whoops, wrong sport I think.
Why you head deep into the pines (4 miles in from 206) to check some remote goose spots for late season Canadas with the dogs.
Then, you ignore dad's advice and try to drive through this:
Then you call Mom to rescue dad, son, Hank and Murphy by bringing dad's big ol' diesel truck back with the strap. (I remember a time not long ago when a cell phone was worthless in this spot.)
We left the stuck truck running with the exhaust tip submerged in 6" of water and blowing bubbles. My son grabbed anything of value and we started walking towards 206. I told my wife what road we were on and to lock in the hubs and stop at the first water hole that would scare her and that was where we would meet. My son and the dogs and I hoofed it about a mile and a half to the meet spot and beat her there by 3 minutes.
A little belch from the 7.3 in low range and creeper low brought the Jeep back to dry land.
Then mom and son bail the Jeep out with coffee cups and a take-out dinner plastic plate.
I didn't realize I had my camera until after I yanked him out so I don't have a before picture.
We left the woods at sunset.
Actually, it was fun for me, mom and the dogs but it may be the end of my son's Jeep. He did the same thing a year ago and had the transmission completely rebuilt. After I drug him out we parked on a hill and water came out of the exhaust for awhile and he was smoke trailing pretty good on Chew Road.
We dropped it off to a mecahnic friend of mine and we will know more about the damage tomorrow.
Sitting home now with a rock glass of Wild Turkey 81 and a Firestone Walker IPA.
Life is good.
Go Phillies!
Whoops, wrong sport I think.