When I was 14, I was asked what I would want as my epitaph. The best I could come up with, after a few minutes of serious thought, was "It seemed like a good idea at the time." Twenty years later, that's still the best I can explain about why I do anything.
Drove out to the field, promptly got stuck in the mud. I am ready to cry. I can't deal with the thought of calling any of the guys I know who have winches. I hate life.
Ok, I feel slightly better. I sniffled and felt sorry for myself for a few minutes, then figured out a plan.
I'm gonna go buy a come along - a bigass handheld winch, I dunno if everybody calls them that or if it's a southern thing? There's a very solid very large fence post about 10' from my truck and I think if I dump a couple bags of pea gravel for traction then winch my truck out of the tiny hole it's in I can drive out.
At least it's not Christmas Day and the stores are still open!
No tractors around?
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Ok, I feel slightly better. I sniffled and felt sorry for myself for a few minutes, then figured out a plan.
ReplyDeleteI'm gonna go buy a come along - a bigass handheld winch, I dunno if everybody calls them that or if it's a southern thing? There's a very solid very large fence post about 10' from my truck and I think if I dump a couple bags of pea gravel for traction then winch my truck out of the tiny hole it's in I can drive out.
At least it's not Christmas Day and the stores are still open!
Glad you got out. We call the mechanism you use to tighten wire fencing a come-along. Slightly smaller winch, but same gist.
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