Last week we took two M35A2s out to a ranch near town where we thought there
woudl still be mud. I won't say the name because that's how fences get put up;
if you're a local you can tell where we are by the pictures, probably. The
dark one is Chris' personal ride and the tan one is one we picked up in trade.
It's for sale so I wasn't trying to get her dirty, just making sure everything
We bomb around in some dips for a while, getting used to the fact that these
thigns have ridiculous approach and departure clearances, and that they can drive
up what seems liek an impassably vertical slope. Then Chris finds an area that
described has having been full of mud a week ago, but which now looks like a
dried, cracked dirt surface. He plows through it, and sinks in axle deep; it's
dirt on top but plenty of slimy thick mud underneath. The 6x6 paddles out and
we stop to inspect. All is well. Chris climbs back into the cab of his rig
and finds some real mud. He heads in...
...fully committed, he presses on...
No shit. You can get a deuce stuck.
For the record, this was some seriously evil mud: clay saturated from weeks of
heavy seasonal rain.
There's no bottom here, just a part a few feet down that's thicker so the
truck floats. At the beginning and end of this trench is a step of about 2-3
feet, probably from idiots driving in and doing this:
Chris Spider-Manned out of his bed and got a chain on his pintle, we hooked it
to mine, and I dragged him out.
Always travel with a recovery vehicle of greater
or equal size.
Chris had a little cleaning to do when he got home. The mud on his diff dired 4-5"