Took my first born, Jarrett, out to the Pines for a little turtle hunting. Thanks to the undesirable element currently abusing my favorite trails, some of the holes have become nearly impassable. For the first time ever, I used my winch to pull myself out, instead of someone else. 5 minutes later, I got to do it for the second time ever. Oddly enough, when I sunk it all the way to the doors, I was able to drive up out of it without the winch. My forward motion stopped, and I thought we were finished, but after backing up a couple of feet, I got just enough grip to climb back out. Jarrett says it was the best woods day ever. However, the little chump....er, I mean champ didn't take any pictures! I buy him a stinking iPhone and the lovely monthly bill that goes with it, and he couldn't take a single picture of dear ol' Dad stuck in the mud.
Oh well, time to climb in the shower for a thorough tick inspection.