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Stuck happens

I drove to a place so special this morning I about stayed there all day.

Ok, so maybe I did get Ol’ Red a little stuck.

How was I supposed to know I’d sink to my axles a few feet from dry dirt, over where marsh plants sprouted from land with scattered pockets of water?

And I really didn’t need my buddy Ed Markel to put a tow-strap on the back of Ol’ Red and use his four-wheel drive, which he’d parked nearby on dry ground, to pull me out.

I could have worked a bit and driven my huntin’ truck right on out of there -

-after a drought of at least three months.