Stuck, Stuck, Stuck

Last week while hunting in South Dakota I got stuck.  I was pulling my 2,000-pound dog trailer with my 8,000-pound truck and hauling 600-pounds of pure man in the form of Jess, Barry, Travis and myself.  It had been raining the last few days but it was clear today.


We were hunting on a private farmland when we approached a muddy area.  I approached it slowly and felt the unmistakable sinking feeling of getting stuck.  “I think we’re getting stuck guys.”  “Just floor it!” Jess yelled.  I took a deep breath, double-checked that I was in four-wheel drive, gripped the wheel and gunned it.  We were out!   to continue reading please visit my blog