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It was a great day...right up until the moment the horizon suddenly rose up in my window. We (well, my friend, driving his truck) sunk in that wet spot right up to the frame. I learned over the next gruelling hour how heavy a Ford 250 PowerStroke diesel is.
It took both of us and a cheater bar on the high lift jack to raise each of the four corners and jam wood under the tires. Not to mention schlepping the wood in from an old corral. The jack went down into the muck even with heavy planks under it. The rancher saw our plight and helped. He drove off to an oil rig and borrowed 100' of heavy chain. Together with the 50' of nylon strap tow rope in my buddy's truck, it just barely reached truck to truck. When we finally got it backed out, we called it a day. We were already late to get home, and it was a whole hour's drive just to get to where our cell phones would work. Neither wife was thrilled. Got home at 10 p.m. Today? cleaning two rifles and setting up to make more ammo. Fabs, you want some of this? Just show up.
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