"Can you come up here and help me with something?"
"Ok. What are you doing?"
"Do you have a rope up there, or a chain?"
"No, call Tad. He has a chain."
"Well, Tad would probably be more help, why don't you just call him?"
"I'm too embarrassed."
So I ran to Tad's house and borrowed his chain. Didn't even have to tell him what it was for, he knew - and was laughing as he loaded the chain in my truck.
"He's stuck again isn't he?"
"Why didn't Ival call me?"
"Ok, call me if you can't get it out."
I got to Jacob Springs and looked over the road to see the 4 wheeler and Ival's work truck down below. He had taken the 4 wheeler into the bog to "check the fence." What that really means is "I got all my watering done, wasn't ready to come home, so I decided to take a drive, to where I know is, and has always been, a big deep bog."
Here is how the evening unfolded.
ONE VEHICLE, TWO VEHICLES, THREE VEHICLES - STUCK!
At this point, we could smell the tires burning and we could hear the radiator boiling.
I asked Ival to shut all the windows while we were trying to get Goldie unstuck, but nooooooo.
So this is how we started, and how we left things last night. Except that now Goldies front end shimmies so we have to take it down and get the tires rotated to see if that will fix her. It's been raining all day. Ival may not get his truck back until July when the bog dries up. If men had brains that worked more like a woman's, we wouldn't have problems like this now would we?