During the spring 2 years ago I went down to the swamp in my chopped up 88 BII checking out potential firewood. My 88 has an auto tranny with manual hubs and decent treaded BFG Trailmaker II's for sneakers. My woods trail skirts the edge of the swamp then turns uphill following my property line and back toward the back yard. As I passed my line that goes DEEPER INTO the swamp, I had a momentary loss of sanity. "I wonder how deep that really is?" "I should give it a try", I says to myself.
I spun the wheel and motored off toward the evil black goo. It wasnt very long at all before I discovered that it was very deep indeed, if it has any bottom at all. It was too late, the front end nosed in and I couldnt move an inch in either direction. I was 10 feet short of chain to hook the come-along to the nearest tree behind me. "Oh that figures", I muttered.
Muddied and slightly bloodied (long story), I trudged back to the house to get my daughter and my 86 BII. My 86 has a manual tranny and auto hubs, but the engine is pretty tired I must say. We pile in the 86 and head back into the woods, and all the while Im hoping the black goo hasnt digested my 88. We arrive to see the 88 still visible and get the chain hooked up, and I go over the fine details of the extraction with her. "It should come out with a quick snap or two once I get the nose up", I said. (yeah, that sounded good at the time) Seven or eight good snags does nothing. With a little more speed and violent snapping action and my front tires grab. "Dont stop now" Im thinking. Thankfully, she likes to sling mud too because she didnt let off till the branches were smacking her in the nose. "FREEDOM!"
Once the laughing stopped and everything was stowed away, we proceeded to wheel around those woods for hours. We kept our distance from the bottomless evil black goo though.
Ford 4x4s are awesome.