After seeing the two bow hunters off to Globe, I decided to drive leisurely back to Phoenix. The road I traveled passed by Roosevelt Lake and there overlooking, the lake I found a small store. I decided to stop in and have another cold drink and perhaps a snack.
The fellow that ran the store asked if I might help him with a problem. It seems that he had helped a family that had gotten their pickup camper stuck along the edge of the lake where the dry time of year had exposed some of the normally flooded lake bed.
If one was unaware of the fact that the surface was hard enough to walk on and perhaps drive over quickly, they might park their camper there and wake up to find it sitting on the frame, wheels buried in the hidden mire.
He had seen it before and had used his old John Deere tractor to pull several out without incident. This time he had forgotten his long chain and had backed down too far onto the hard crust covered mire. Everything went well until he started to pull the family out of there.
They were lucky to get their camper up and onto solid ground, but in the process the Good Samaritan ended up with a tractor sitting on its frame up to the hubs and not goin anywhere!
The family said they had to be somewhere and left him there. (Sound Familiar?)
I told him how I felt about people that would run off and leave a man stranded after he went to so much trouble to help them and that I would help him get out of there if it was possible.
When I got a good look at that tractor, I had second thoughts, but a promise is a promise.
The job would require digging as much muck away from the rear wheels as possible. We then had to place boards, stones and anything else we could find under the front of those big tires to get enough traction for driving out of there.
The front tires had no problem staying on top of the crust and I hoped would not present a problem later when the rear tires rose out of the muck and the weight became more evenly distributed.
I hooked a long chain from the bumper of my little Jeep to the front of the tractor to provide a small assist, but mostly to try and keep the tractor from rolling over backwards onto the driver. I was sure the tractor had more than enough power to get out of there and all we had to do was start it moving forward and keep me and my Jeep well away from being run over.
Best laid plans sometimes work out for the best and this time they did. That machine, all umpteen tons of it, rose up out of the muck and onto solid ground without incident. I told my new found friend (whom I never saw again) goodbye and headed the little Jeep for home as fast as it would go.
I had experienced about all the adventure and excitement I wanted for some time to come. My next trip to Cherry Creek was a lesson in human tragedy which I
The fellow that ran the store asked if I might help him with a problem. It seems that he had helped a family that had gotten their pickup camper stuck along the edge of the lake where the dry time of year had exposed some of the normally flooded lake bed.
If one was unaware of the fact that the surface was hard enough to walk on and perhaps drive over quickly, they might park their camper there and wake up to find it sitting on the frame, wheels buried in the hidden mire.
He had seen it before and had used his old John Deere tractor to pull several out without incident. This time he had forgotten his long chain and had backed down too far onto the hard crust covered mire. Everything went well until he started to pull the family out of there.
They were lucky to get their camper up and onto solid ground, but in the process the Good Samaritan ended up with a tractor sitting on its frame up to the hubs and not goin anywhere!
The family said they had to be somewhere and left him there. (Sound Familiar?)
I told him how I felt about people that would run off and leave a man stranded after he went to so much trouble to help them and that I would help him get out of there if it was possible.
When I got a good look at that tractor, I had second thoughts, but a promise is a promise.
The job would require digging as much muck away from the rear wheels as possible. We then had to place boards, stones and anything else we could find under the front of those big tires to get enough traction for driving out of there.
The front tires had no problem staying on top of the crust and I hoped would not present a problem later when the rear tires rose out of the muck and the weight became more evenly distributed.
I hooked a long chain from the bumper of my little Jeep to the front of the tractor to provide a small assist, but mostly to try and keep the tractor from rolling over backwards onto the driver. I was sure the tractor had more than enough power to get out of there and all we had to do was start it moving forward and keep me and my Jeep well away from being run over.
Best laid plans sometimes work out for the best and this time they did. That machine, all umpteen tons of it, rose up out of the muck and onto solid ground without incident. I told my new found friend (whom I never saw again) goodbye and headed the little Jeep for home as fast as it would go.
I had experienced about all the adventure and excitement I wanted for some time to come. My next trip to Cherry Creek was a lesson in human tragedy which I
Like a ferret I once had, once his blood was up it was gonna kill anything it could until it cooled down a bit