gregfender
Gold Member
Lesson one: I weigh a lot less than my tractor.
There is a small creek / swampy area on my property that has been there since I was a tiny lad. In my 47 years it has always been swampy. One would think I would remember this not-so-insignificant fact. Having a new piece of equipment, however, tends to cloud the judgement. I think to myself, "4wd, small creek, no problem!" I dismount, walk to the edge, jump across, jump back, pace a few feet up and down and wouldn't you know it, it feels firm, my 230 lb. body doesn't even make a dent! Time to cross the creek...or more accurately, time to get halfway across the swampy morass before my tires start digging in. Axle deep. Four inches of wet, swamp mud coating the tires.
My next door neighbor happens to drive up. He shakes his head, gives me the "wow, what a dumb-a**" look, then drives back to his house. I should mention my next door neighbor is my Dad. :mur:
Yep, I'm feeling like an idiot now....but then:
Lesson two: I love my FEL
After considerable cussing, crying, praying, thinking hard enough to make my ears bleed, I began to asses the situation and thought..."hey - didn't I read on TBN about some resourceful folks who used the curl of their FEL to help unstick themselves?" I answered myself..."why yes, you certainly have read about some resourceful TBN'ers and their 'wonder-buckets!'" So with some careful loader maneuvering, I managed to push myself back far enough to get some traction and get out of the swamp.
Thanks for the inspiration!
Have a great day!
There is a small creek / swampy area on my property that has been there since I was a tiny lad. In my 47 years it has always been swampy. One would think I would remember this not-so-insignificant fact. Having a new piece of equipment, however, tends to cloud the judgement. I think to myself, "4wd, small creek, no problem!" I dismount, walk to the edge, jump across, jump back, pace a few feet up and down and wouldn't you know it, it feels firm, my 230 lb. body doesn't even make a dent! Time to cross the creek...or more accurately, time to get halfway across the swampy morass before my tires start digging in. Axle deep. Four inches of wet, swamp mud coating the tires.
My next door neighbor happens to drive up. He shakes his head, gives me the "wow, what a dumb-a**" look, then drives back to his house. I should mention my next door neighbor is my Dad. :mur:
Yep, I'm feeling like an idiot now....but then:
Lesson two: I love my FEL
After considerable cussing, crying, praying, thinking hard enough to make my ears bleed, I began to asses the situation and thought..."hey - didn't I read on TBN about some resourceful folks who used the curl of their FEL to help unstick themselves?" I answered myself..."why yes, you certainly have read about some resourceful TBN'ers and their 'wonder-buckets!'" So with some careful loader maneuvering, I managed to push myself back far enough to get some traction and get out of the swamp.
Thanks for the inspiration!
Have a great day!