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 www.jolleychronicles.blogspot.com