“This is common stuff on a farm, Barb. Getting stuck happens,” said my husband, the calm explosives engineer, before he walked back to the shed to get the tractor to haul my Suburban out of a particularly muddy spot in a field near where we wanted to unload a double barrel tree stand. I occupied myself for the next 30 minutes, by walking around in my new Woody Max Muck boots and checking for deer signs, reading the directions to a trailcam and then, munching on some old trail mix.
He returned and hooked up the truck. I knew my place then – behind my husband while he drove the tractor pulling me in a loop in a field – and with my foot ever-so-lightly on the accelerator of my Suburban so I didn’t jump the truck into the back of the tractor. Now, that would have elicited more of a reaction, I’m sure.
I’m just going to let these few photos tell the story.