Let me start this off by saying I'm an idiot, and I'm never gonna do this again. I'm not doing anymore offroading until after high school when I've got the money and the freedom to do this stuff properly.
So a friend and I decided to take my stock ranger out on a couple of old trails by a local Reservoir. After school, we drove his towncar and my truck down. We ditched his towncar at the front of the path and got in my truck. The first 500 yards or so was all mud puddles. That was my first mistake. I'd say I got in a good 10 inches of muddy water. I gunned it through there, knowing I'd get stuck if I tried to stop. I got to the end of the little stint and turned off the path to go under these huge inter-state powerlines. It was wide open field, with grass and **** about 3 feet high. Lots and lots of fun. After a while we decide to go back. I drive about halfway back and my friend says "Can I take a shot at it?". I let him drive. That was my second mistake. We get to the original mud pits and I tell him we should try and go around him - seeing how I barely made it through the first time. So we start going around and all of a sudden he's gunning it. I'm yellin at him to stop and he slams the brakes, my entire front end jumps into a ditch. I was so pissed and we were so close to the access road. I tried to ease it out but my front tires were so dug in. I got out my come-along, recovery strap, chain, and some 2x4's and went at trying to rig up something to pull me out. We needed a pike so we call his dad, who takes 2 hours to get there. Keep in mind this is in the middle of a swamp with no trees and nothing to attach to. His dad gets there with a pike and we hammer it about 4 feet into the ground, rig up my come along, and try to wiggle me out. No good. His dad had to go because he's diabetic and didn't have any insulin. So I called this guy I know named Evan. He puts down what he's doing on a Friday night and gets geared up to come pull me out with his TJ. He arrives about an hour later (my friend and I were still going at it with the come along) with 2 other friends in the Jeep. We try to tug me out (This guy has monster boggers and a 6 inch lift). My truck weights more than his 4-cylinder, so they call another friend who comes with HIS lifted Jeep - 38's and a broken winch. They try to anchor tug me out but it still ain't working. This is when I call my dad (it's like 11 and he hasn't heard from me) and he flips out. So we call a THIRD guy who comes with a ****in' stock jeep with an electric winch. It's been 6 hours at this point. The guy rolls up (casually bobbin' through the mudholes), rigs up the cable, and yanks me right out.
This whole time I tried to avoid talking to my parents because I knew they would worry and get real pissed (it's technically still their truck). They didn't know I was going off roading (and I honestly wasn't intending to - it was just impulse). I know I was an idiot for doing it, but I didn't want to make the situation worse by getting them involved in the recovery. I was in an area that is apparently patrolled by 2 county sheriffs' offices and was way too far out for reckers to get to. There wasn't anything my parents could do.
But right as my truck gets yanked out, we see a flashlight bobbing down the path. We hope it's not a cop coming down (they'll arrest you on the spot and find a way to get your vehicle impounded). The guys I was with have had way more experience with any of this than I have and they weren't too worried (they've had a couple run ins with the sheriff, but gotten out of it). Turns out the guy coming down the path is my dad. Holy ****.
He said earlier NOT to go wheeling, because he didn't want his truck messed up. So he gets there, we drive my truck out. All the lifted boggers come out and everyone went home.
I'm out driving privileges for a month. It could be a hell of a lot worse.
Thanks for reading, here's some pics:
THIS IS ALL THE GRASSY PART. I stopped taking pictures when we got to the mud.
And we wind up in a ditch...
Unfortunately, I don't have pics of the mudslingers. One of the guys who came out first brought his camera (they apparently like to film all of their recoveries), and the beasts are on the tape. I'm hoping I get the file soon.