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Wet and cold driving dirt roads rain pouring down onto the ground Water standing in the tracks and running down every crack begin to slip and to skid turn into it in a bid To regain some traction it works but only for a fraction of a second, so I turn the **** the mud begins to spray in globs Now in 4 wheel drive I proceed should be enough to do the deed of getting me on down the road so the truck still I goad Forward into the muck hopefully and with some luck we make it to the end then my frayed nerves may mend But then the bad news sinks in we have to turn around and do it again the cow tracks look like tiny lakes now out of the truck each step I take My foot sinks an inch or three so I step to the side under a tree try to walk on grass and roots getting taller as mud sticks to my boots Almost there I see the door of the mud I want no more into the deer stand I climb and sit a reprieve from the mud for a bit Three hours later constant rain back out into the cold mud pain tripping and sliding back to the truck for the trip back in the mud and muck The muds not deep it’s just real slick depending on the route I pick halfway back, spin sideways not into cactus or a tree I praise Slipping and sliding is great fun but right now I long for the sun you see the truck I drive is not my own father in law’s out on loan So get it stuck or bang it around I will never live it down. back to the gate no incident onto the road no fender dents This is day one of the hunt you see so three days left of this for me 100% forecast of more rain and those **** dirt tracks don’t drain
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
Muddy Road
Wet and cold driving dirt roads rain pouring down onto the ground Water standing in the tracks and running down every crack begin to slip and to skid turn into it in a bid To regain some traction it works but only for a fraction of a second, so I turn the **** the mud begins to spray in globs Now in 4 wheel drive I proceed should be enough to do the deed of getting me on down the road so the truck still I goad Forward into the muck hopefully and with some luck we make it to the end then my frayed nerves may mend But then the bad news sinks in we have to turn around and do it again the cow tracks look like tiny lakes now out of the truck each step I take My foot sinks an inch or three so I step to the side under a tree try to walk on grass and roots getting taller as mud sticks to my boots Almost there I see the door of the mud I want no more into the deer stand I climb and sit a reprieve from the mud for a bit Three hours later constant rain back out into the cold mud pain tripping and sliding back to the truck for the trip back in the mud and muck The muds not deep it’s just real slick depending on the route I pick halfway back, spin sideways not into cactus or a tree I praise Slipping and sliding is great fun but right now I long for the sun you see the truck I drive is not my own father in law’s out on loan So get it stuck or bang it around I will never live it down. back to the gate no incident onto the road no fender dents This is day one of the hunt you see so three days left of this for me 100% forecast of more rain and those **** dirt tracks don’t drain
jed-johnson
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
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