Well, I swore I would never tell anyone what happened other than my family, but I figured now was the time..forgive the novel http://www.dieselplace.com/forum/smileys/Big Smile.gif
The doodles that is directly behind my mirror is the tow truck driver, he originally tried to pull me out, but got stuck trying to get close enough...instead of going behind me he tried to come in front of me through the marsh...he was originally gonna charge me $100. After digging with my tire iron (don't laugh) for about 4 hours, I didn't care... My parents and my brother were in the area as this was my wife and I's shake down cruise for our new 5er. They happen to see us stuck from the side of the highway. They went back to the campground to borrow shovels and get some water for us. Anyway, once the tow truck was stuck, I proceeded to continue digging, this time making more progress with a shovel. The tow truck driver called a buddy with a large, lifted truck to come rescue him. Mean while my dad was told about two people with Jeeps that had winches that might help, so off he went to track them down. The winch on that truck wasn't strong enough, so the tow truck driver used his tow cable, took it under his truck and attached it to the other trucks winch cable. Well, thankfully no one was around when they started to put the pressure on as the tow cable snapped!! At this point I knew I wasn't going anywhere!! So I continued to dig for another hour and a half or two while those guys figured out how they were going to get the tow truck out.
Back comes my dad with the two guys and their Jeeps or Land Cruisers or whatever..well, it took both of those guys and the large lifted trucks winches to pull that tow truck out. Next was on to me. They offered to pull me out if they didn't get stuck..mind you all this was coming from the tow truck driver as all those guys in the picture were all friends. They knew they were going to take me for a ride, but at that point they knew they had me as I had been digging for nearly 7 or 8 hours. They aired down their tires and drove right out to me. Obviously those things didn't weigh squat as they only sank a couple of inches. Also the ground where they were at was a bit harder. I was about 20 feet into the marshy stuff.
Well, I bet all the digging I had done probably helped, and I might have been able to pull out of that hole on my own, but they pulled me right out. I also had to pay $50 to that dumb asp right next to my mirror as the tow truck driver promissed some money to him for helping. Well no one helped me but those two guys with their Jeeps!! So I really knew I was being taken at that point and they were all in it together. What a shame to. There were a lot of good samaritins that came over to help try to push me out (none are in that picture) and help dig and my hates off to those people for their help... as for the other guys?? Well I hope someone takes them for a ride...what comes around goes around. Oh well. Learned a valuable lesson that day. Wanna play...get supplies and tools!!!
Sorry for the novel, went back last year with the dmax, but only went where the other trucks were!! Smart, huh??
Here is a pic getting pulled out, and a pic of the "tracks" left by my truck and the tow trucks the next day...my tracks are the ones at the bottom of the picture, you can see he wasn't even close...
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