[JCat]

🙂

Come to find out later, he is famous in these here parts. 😎

 

[Trail Rider]

"Hush now," the one youngster advised the other "we all need a hand every now and then." When I turned my head a bit, I could see they were ready to toss me a line. "I wish we had one of those red round disc sleds like they use up in Michigan, it would make getting you out a lot more fun."

 

[JCat]

When I heard the ATV in the distance, it appeared to get closer, then wane away. After what seemed like forever, I heard it approaching from across the lake (in Michigan it would be a pond). My head was at approximately ground level, and my waving hands not much higher. I started yelling help again and waved my hands in that general direction. Eventually I could see the ATV across the lake. It was probably 225.5 feet away. I changed my waving method to a "come to me motion" just in case the ATV rider might think that I was just a friendly fisherman. I wasn't sure, but I thought the rider saw me, and was trying to find away to circle the lake to get to me.
After what seemed like forever, this young man on an (super loud) ATV with 32" swamp tires pulled up to where I entered the quagmire. He shut off his machine and walked as close as he could to me, and said, "I ain't got no rope". I said that's okay, can you please help me? He said again, I ain't got no rope !". Then he said, "I wuda never gone dat way".

I immediately thought that he was smarter than me.

 

[JCat]

My primary concern was to get my body out of the mud. I quickly realized that this young man was probably not capable of pulling me out, so I asked him if he knew someone strong that could. He said, “My cousin Taylor is strong!”. I replied, “Can you go get him?” He said he would. He got on his machine, and tried three times to get it running. Finally it started and he left. His machine appeared well used and worn out. I think it was a Can-Am.
Well I had some hope now. I wanted to believe that help was coming.

 

[Old Griz]

My primary concern was to get my body out of the mud. I quickly realized that this young man was probably not capable of pulling me out, so I asked him if he knew someone strong that could. He said, “My cousin Taylor is strong!”. I replied, “Can you go get him?” He said he would. He got on his machine, and tried three times to get it running. Finally it started and he left. His machine appeared well used and worn out. I think it was a Can-Am.
Well I had some hope now. I wanted to believe that help was coming.

JCat - wake us up when you get to the part where you reached your computer and finally posted on GrizzlyCentral

 

[JCat]

After what seemed like eternity (I had time standing there to ponder the origins of the universe) my savior returned with his cuz Taylor. Taylor looked to be about 17 years old. He wasn’t tall or big, but he did appear to be physically fit. Taylor walked over to me and smiled. He looked things over and commented,”I wud’nt have gone this way.” I said thanks and asked him if he could pull me out. He said “no problem” with a smile and grabbed my right arm.
Now I’m may be 68, but I’d consider myself to be decently strong. I had just dug up my house waterline (with a shovel) to repair a leak, which was not a task for a weak person.
Taylor grabbed my arm and started pulling. I didn’t expect him to be so strong. Right away I felt like my arm was gonna be pulled completely off and away from the rest of my body. I calmly said whoa, let’s pull slow and steady. Taylor complied, and with his slow, constant, and consistent pulling I managed to free one of my legs and rest it on my Grizzly’s front rack. We took a brief break, and continued the effort. Miraculously I got my other leg out. Both were still covered in heavy mud, and very difficult to move.
After scraping as much mud off of me as I could, I worked my way to safe and firm ground.
Taylor and Jackson were determined to pull my Grizzly out of the mudhole, but they both repeated “ we ain’t got no rope”. I told them I had a 2” X20’ tow strap that we could try. We hooked the strap to both machines, and they pulled and pulled and pulled. Their machine was choking and stalling almost every try. We tried jerking the Grizzy with a running start. No luck. My Grizzy was stuck just as bad as I was.

 

[Old Griz]

After what seemed like eternity (I had time standing there to ponder the origins of the universe) my savior returned with his cuz Taylor. Taylor looked to be about 17 years old. He wasn’t tall or big, but he did appear to be physically fit. Taylor walked over to me and smiled. He looked things over and commented,”I wud’nt have gone this way.” I said thanks and asked him if he could pull me out. He said “no problem” with a smile and grabbed my right arm.
Now I’m may be 68, but I’d consider myself to be decently strong. I had just dug up my house waterline (with a shovel) to repair a leak, which was not a task for a weak person.
Taylor grabbed my arm and started pulling. I didn’t expect him to be so strong. Right away I felt like my arm was gonna be pulled completely off and away from the rest of my body. I calmly said whoa, let’s pull slow and steady. Taylor complied, and with his slow, constant, and consistent pulling I managed to free one of my legs and rest it on my Grizzly’s front rack. We took a brief break, and continued the effort. Miraculously I got my other leg out. Both were still covered in heavy mud, and very difficult to move.
After scraping as much mud off of me as I could, I worked my way to safe and firm ground.
Taylor and Jackson were determined to pull my Grizzly out of the mudhole, but they both repeated “ we ain’t got no rope”. I told them I had a 2” X20’ tow strap that we could try. We hooked the strap to both machines, and they pulled and pulled and pulled. Their machine was choking and stalling almost every try. We tried jerking the Grizzy with a running start. No luck. My Grizzy was stuck just as bad as I was.

JCat - you’re “68” and might think you’re “Physically fit” and maybe you are FOR 68….but you just got stuck in the MUD like a 5 year old and couldn’t get yourself out = Old Man Syndrome ie: happens when you get older, you “think” you are better then you really are, remember what You “use to be like” and missed what has happened over the past 30-40 years. That 17 year old kid that pulled you out “might of been strong/fit” or he might’ve been the weakest kid in his class —- but compared to a 68 year old he was SUPERMAN

 

[reogem]

WOW, WTF, WAD
If say to you @Old Griz what is on my mind we will never hear the end of the story as the mod's will most likely shut it down.

 

[JCat]

As I get older I find myself being less of a risk taker. On the afternoon this happened I avoided these obstacles (and quite a few others):

 

[Old Griz]

As I get older I find myself being less of a risk taker. On the afternoon this happened I avoided these obstacles (and quite a few others):
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Cat - thats was SMART

 

[JCat]

By contrast, this is where I got stuck (picture after the helicopter lifted my Grizzly out of the mud j/k):

 

[JCat]

For a perspective on the area this occurred in:
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[Old Griz]

WOW, WTF, WAD
If say to you @Old Griz what is on my mind we will never hear the end of the story as the mod's will most likely shut it down.

Reogem, enjoy a little humor and I’m not sure there is going to be an “end of the Story”…. Dragging on a bit. But< I never want to offend anyone and that was Not my intent ((Don’t want to be a Stick-In-the-MUD !

 

[Patroller]

If there's a mud bog/puddle and a by pass, I'll take the by pass especially if there's bones sticking out of the bog.

 

[JCat]

There was this:

 

[JCat]

Now these 2 young men (Action Jackson & Taylor) were bound and determined to get my Grizzly out of the mud. I patiently waited while they exhausted all their attempts.

Although they didn’t have a winch, I did. I had used it successfully many times. I contemplated how we might use it. The winch on the front of my Grizzly was buried in the mud, and the nearest tree was about 60’ in front of the Grizzly. I did have that 2” x 20’ strap. There was nothing significant behind the Grizzly to anchor to. I thought about all the mud in front of my Grizzly that we would need to winch it through. It would be a monumental effort.

The young men approached me and announced that their cousin Arnold had a ‘tractor“ that could easily pull me out. Apparently their disappointment from not being able to do it themselves evolved into excitement in possibly finding their cousin Arnold and using his ”tractor”. I liked this idea. ( I once buried my 1978 F150 4X4 with 36“ mud tires up to its frame in a swamp. A nearby farmer was able to pull me out with an old Ford 8n.) I told/asked the boys to Go Get Him ! It took them a while to get their ATV running again. I think it was tired. And off they went…..

 

[JCat]

 

[JCat]

10 minutes later I hear the ATV coming back. They pull up and tell me that Taylor “lost his cell phone”.
After a brief search, we find it lying on the ground nearby. Taylor demeanor went from extreme concern to one of joy.
And off they went again.

After about 20 minutes, I hear this very loud music coming my way. It had the deep bass sound that you hear when you’re at a stoplight and a vehicle with a 2000 watt subwoofer pulls up next to you.

 

[JCat]

CUZZIN ARNOLD !

 

[JCat]

Mr. Arnold’s “Tractor” pulled my Grizzly out like it was a cork in a wine bottle !
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I thanked everyone profusely and they all quickly disappeared.
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After making a few full-throttle runs on some flat ground to remove all the caked on mud. I loaded the Grizzly up and drove home.
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