| Author | Message | ||
     Brian Friend (Brianfriend) Senior Member Username: Brianfriend Post Number: 816 Registered: 09-2002 |
Whose got a good wheeling story they want to tal about? | ||
| Eric Pena (Evalp) Senior Member Username: Evalp Post Number: 500 Registered: 06-2002 |
Well, one time I was with Brian Friend and he started to go up this...Oh, it's you!  Good to hear from you Brain, how is the fabs coming? Have a trail in mind we can go on soon? | ||
| Swamp Pappy (Swamp_pappy) New Member Username: Swamp_pappy Post Number: 5 Registered: 05-2003 |
I been stuck plenty of times. Kistachie has over 600,000 acres and I was an unlucky bastard when I broke down about 15 miles from the main road [71]. Out wheeling by my lonesome on some light trails - nothing serious. I get high-centered on an embankment that I misjudged and no place to winch from. High-lift jack would've been a mess and those things are too damn dangerous, so I had to hike back to the main road for help - no CB responses in the area. Nothing too exciting, just a hike through the woods and to nearby camp sites for help. Let's hear some real stories - mine sucks. | ||
| Brian Friend (Brianfriend) Senior Member Username: Brianfriend Post Number: 817 Registered: 09-2002 |
Hey Eric, Going to do a test run this sunday up at carnage. interested? | ||
| D. Chapman (1hank1) Member Username: 1hank1 Post Number: 216 Registered: 02-2003 |
I got stuck in a mud hole once. I got out and hooked up my winch and started pulling. I should have had the truck running because I got in the start the engine and the battery was dead. I got back to the main road and got a ride to a friends house. I got an extra battery from the house and went bact to the truck. When I put the battery in it penched a wire a blew the main fuse. Had to have my buddy pull me back into the mud hole and out the other side and had to go get my trailer to get back home. That was in a Toyota. | ||
| Carter Simcoe (Carter) Senior Member Username: Carter Post Number: 2439 Registered: 04-2002 |
What are you driving Swamp Pappy??? I assume you mean Kisatchie National Forest... Where are you at in Louisiana, I am coming back in a week. I will be busy w/ summer school at LSU and work but would like to make time for some wheeling as well. | ||
| Carter Simcoe (Carter) Senior Member Username: Carter Post Number: 2440 Registered: 04-2002 |
"I should have had the truck running" Ummmm, YEAH | ||
| Eric Pena (Evalp) Senior Member Username: Evalp Post Number: 501 Registered: 06-2002 |
No Brian, my wifes idea of a good mothers day is not spending time on Carnage Canyon. Let me know how it goes. Can't wait to see it and do a trail with you!! | ||
| Neil Lokuge (Neil) New Member Username: Neil Post Number: 11 Registered: 03-2003 |
Well I pulled out a Toyota Tundra this past weekend, if that counts? My dad and I had just done the brakes on my DII and we took it out for a test run, just to make sure the good ole Hill-Decent was in fine working condition. Well, we did the hill thing turned a corner and there was a brand new V8 Tundra past its doorsills in mud. It’s interior was swimming in mud The guys buddy was trying to pull him out with his smaller Tacoma but nothing. Both trucks where coated in mud and stunk. I pulled up and offered a hand but the guy was so embarrassed he couldn’t look me in the eye. His buddies on the other hand hooked up the towrope to my truck, I threw it in to low and bam he was out. The owner didn’t even say thanks while his friends and, note, girlfriend where most appreciative. Ha,Loser!!! | ||
| Swamp Pappy (Swamp_pappy) New Member Username: Swamp_pappy Post Number: 7 Registered: 05-2003 |
Carter: I'm running a '83 Chevy K-5 with the 350 and 4" lift and I'm too damn cheap to buy lockers, since the old dog is ready to be sold. I came here to find out about Defenders in particlaur, but I'm also open to the thought of a Discovery. I do mostly mud bogging and light trails, not much rock action. So I'd like to get a used rig that can serve as a daily driver and weekend toy. Kisatchie Forest is it, I keep hearing from some that they're fixing to reduce the ORV portion of the park, but that may be rumor. Now I'm rambling, so I'll shut my trap. | ||
| Carter Simcoe (Carter) Senior Member Username: Carter Post Number: 2445 Registered: 04-2002 |
Well its hard to get much rock action down there. Where are you at in Louisiana?? Maybe we can get together sometime for some wheeling sometime and you can get a closer look at what a disco can (and can't ) do. | ||
| Christopher Dynak (Adtoolco) Member Username: Adtoolco Post Number: 235 Registered: 08-2002 |
Hey Pappy, there is a cheap D90 going for 12K in the classifieds. I don't know if its sold or not. | ||
| Max Thomason (Lrmax) Member Username: Lrmax Post Number: 155 Registered: 11-2002 |
I went up to black mountain about 2 years ago. I was going to meet up with some friends. Well, everyone else couldn't come, and haven driven 3 hours, I was going! So I started up the main trail. Drive about 2 miles in when I hit a steep rock shelf. I was driving a stock truck and so I turned around. As I was comming down, some stupid fat kid (yea, he was twice as fat as I was so I can call him fat, LOL) on a motorcycle pulls out in front of me then stops. I get on the brakes, then harder. The mud was slick enough to allow the wheels to stop, but the truck kept sliding forward. I yelled at him to clear out of the way, honked my horn, everything. He wouldn't move. Finally his dad said something, just in time as my truck slid right past him. The kid said that I was trying to hit him but his father knew I did not have control of the vehicle. To say the least, that kid got a tongue lashing... Max T. Yea, my story sucks too | ||
| Ho Chung (Thediscoho) Moderator Username: Thediscoho Post Number: 144 Registered: 02-2002 |
pismo beach, dunes. pretty steel hill. sitting on the frame by the fence. couldn't back out, couldn't go fwd. kids say "daddy, i think we are stuck" nobody else in sight, no potential help, campsite still not found. sun going down, cold wind blowing, hunger settling in... worried faces on the little ones. i climb up the dune. still, nobody in sight. then  !!! the pullpal. i go back to the disco, get the pullpal out, climb back up with the pal and the winch cable... plant the pal on the soft sand up there. hook up the winch cable. fire up the disco. fire up the winch. BAM! up and up... kids say "daddy, we are moving!!!" by now, there are a couple ATV folks standing at the crest by the pal... wonder what the hell i was doing... kids are now jumping up and down  .... but soon enough, it slows down and the winch cable now is sinking in because of the angle of the hill. pulling me straight into the hill's face. i power up slightly just so i float over the soft sand. while the winch is doing it's thing and pal is solidly planted. little more drama, i am up and free from the monsters of the deep soft sand. once up, i try to locate the pal. it's not there no more. it's way deep in there. kids busy with their shovel and pale... by now, the ATV guys were  and then  and all i could do was to  to the pullpal. ---------- Ho Chung | ||
| ed hart (Adifferentedh) Member Username: Adifferentedh Post Number: 68 Registered: 12-2002 |
Ho, You dont have any chilluns ,thats just a thinly veiled attempt to move some pull pals . LOL | ||
| RVR OVR (Tom) Senior Member Username: Tom Post Number: 765 Registered: 07-2001 |
Ho, I was expecting "And a merry wheeling to all and to all a good night!". Love the animations. Tom | ||
| James (Jimmyg) Senior Member Username: Jimmyg Post Number: 253 Registered: 10-2002 |
I was using the high lift to pull me out of a mud hole with an uphill exit. My buddy was watching the jack...BAAM! Jack spun around and tore off oil filter. Drove 30 feet. Started to snow and it was October at 12,000 feet with no tent, bags, or warm coats. My girlfriend (poor girl always gets stuck with me)and buddy used floor mats to insulate against frozen ground and made huge fire while coyotes circled. Forest service roommate found us at 3 am north of beaver creek CO. I now carry an ass ton of gear in my truck...learn lesson I did. | ||
| Daniel Covaciu (Danielcovaciu) Member Username: Danielcovaciu Post Number: 153 Registered: 10-2002 |
Once at band camp......never mind. Dan | ||
| Daniel Covaciu (Danielcovaciu) Member Username: Danielcovaciu Post Number: 154 Registered: 10-2002 |
Oh yeah, on my friends far we decided to take my 98 DI around the wooded area. There this steep trail goes all through the farm. I start heading down trying to go slow. Brakes lock up and the truck slides the rest of the way down sideways. I thought it was going over. So I get to the bottom. Everything is real slippery. Decide to turn back, get stuck. Rock it back and forth and turn around. Get some momentum to make it back up the hill I just slid down. I made it about halfway back up when the tires started spinning. We called a friend for help. By the time the suburban gets there it already dark. We didnt want to drive the suburban in the area i was stuck in so we lined up at least 150 yards of wire rope, straps and chain. The burban tugs me up a few yards but than the burban starts to spin tires. So he backs up a few feet and floors it. He pulls me up a few more feet but once he looses momentum he has to back up to get a running start again. The ground I'm on is so slippery that when he backs up I slide back down the hill he just pulled me up. No go. After midnight we give up and call it a night. Next morning we go back with my dads olds bravada and a come-along. We use the olds to pull me up a few feet than we hold the disco in position with the come along, few more feet with the olds, reset the come along. 4 hours off hard labor later I was free. I ended up spending most off the weekend getting unstuck. The only casualty was my airdam and a fog, and my ego. A disco gettin unstuck by an Oldsmobile Bravada? The shame, oh, the shame. Dan | ||
| Ron Brown (Ron) Senior Member Username: Ron Post Number: 343 Registered: 04-2001 |
I was in my scout, it was really late (like 4 am) and I was driving, having a good old time (think of LBJ, his F100, and a case of lonestar) and all of a sudden I hit something huge burried beneath the tall grass I was driving through. There is this horrible screeching noise as I go over the top. The truck stops and I get out with it still running. I look down and see a rock about the size of a dining room table wedged under the back of front spring. I realize, hey I have not even tried to back up yet (remember I am drunk) so I hop back in and jam it in reverse, another horrible screeching sound and I am off the rock. Woo hoo. Get out again and check for damage, the scout was fine. The rock cracked in half. Ron | ||
| thom mathie (Muskyman) Senior Member Username: Muskyman Post Number: 268 Registered: 11-2002 |
and yet another disco owner admitting to being a scout guy .....what will this world come to.. "Scouts lead the way...back to iron molecules" | ||
| Christopher Dynak (Adtoolco) Member Username: Adtoolco Post Number: 238 Registered: 08-2002 |
You gotta love a vehicle named "Scout". | ||
| Sean Hanagan (Seanh) Member Username: Seanh Post Number: 235 Registered: 05-2002 |
This one time at 4 wheel camp Brian Friend Baja'd his way up an obstacle and scratched his truck,insert date here______ The truck looks great with the 35's! | ||
| Kennith P. Whichard III (Kennith) Senior Member Username: Kennith Post Number: 351 Registered: 05-2002 |
Well, When I got back from overseas, I decided to drive to California and back. I made it over there ok enough, driving about 800-1000 miles a day. I spent a week and a half in California before I decided to do a little wheeling. My dumbass had left my GPS at home along with any topographical maps I had. I drove to the Anza Borrego desert and stopped at the guide point to pick up a map, but they only had the little cheezy pamphlet type that arent very accurate. I should have left, as my tank was a bit on the low side, and it was getting dark. I decided to go anyway, having left all of my gear behind at my then girlfriends house in Hemet. I drove for a while, happily following the last trail I planned to undertake in my goodyears. The sun threatened to go down, and with me about twelve miles out I decided to turn back. Apparently following the road to the enterance I drove blindly, if the land was flat it would not have been a problem. Those washes, however, loop about in such a maniacal manner that I couldn't keep my directions streight. as the sun finally lost it's influence over the night sky I found myself staring at a stone wall, driving carefully around it I realized they surrounded me and I was in a maze. Somehow I had managed to find my way to the badlands in the heart of this bloody desert. Supposidly it was several hundered feet up back to the main road. Now, at this time I decided to do the only thing left that I could do. I stepped out for a smoke. After about four hours of driving and now being firmly off the trail, only a Newport could comfort me. When I reached into my pack I realized that I was about to smoke my lucky, my last smoke. Damn. Now I had to get out, the easy, cool state of mind in which I gleefully became lost gave way to motivation and solution. I had two choices: 1 Climb as high as I can and look for lights 2 Or drive in a streight line until I hit a road. I eliminated the first choice due to an accident I suffered in the same situation several years ago. I decided to drive. I picked a direction, North, and headed out. I drove for about an hour and saw Mercedes headlamps speeding through the desert. It looked good to me, so I sped up and met up with the roadway. The dummy light was on, so luckilly there was a service station a few miles down the road where I could buy smokes. -from the adventure book of "Which-Way Whichard" Cheers, Kennith |
