hobbeeman
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My son (13) and I got to a spot that a friend told us about on the Red river Saturday morning. We drove into the riverbed just like we do on the Canadian River North of Amarillo, but SURPRISE... even though the riverbeds look amazingly similar, we were stuck. Stuck up to our axles. We dug and dug and the 4-runner just kept sinking! (I thought that quick-sand was just in the movies, I haven't really run into it on the Canadian river.) Just as my boy and I were hiking up to the bridge, a group of young hunters walked up and offered us hope. Together, we all worked for about one & one-half hours, and could just almost get it out, when two grandfatherly gents drove up in a Kawasaki Mule. Between us pushing and the mule pulling, we were finally out of that hole! Three hours!
My son and I took the 4runner back to the road and parked it. We hiked around for awhile with some .22 pistols to scare up a few rabbits, but we came home with nothing but a good story, about 50 pounds of mud and sore muscles.
After getting through with all of this we sat on the talegate, ate some of the venison we shot 2 weeks ago, and swapped stories.
My son and I had a GREAT DAY!
We owe a great deal of thanks to the hunters who spent a good part of their morning helping us out of our mess.
My son and I took the 4runner back to the road and parked it. We hiked around for awhile with some .22 pistols to scare up a few rabbits, but we came home with nothing but a good story, about 50 pounds of mud and sore muscles.
After getting through with all of this we sat on the talegate, ate some of the venison we shot 2 weeks ago, and swapped stories.
My son and I had a GREAT DAY!
We owe a great deal of thanks to the hunters who spent a good part of their morning helping us out of our mess.