Not the worst stuck by any stretch of the imagination, but a recent one:
A quick tug from MikeWhoTroung and I was out. Took all of two minutes.
Worst one... there have been a few bad ones over the years, but the worst one I'll always remember. I was in high school.
We get a call from a friend who is stuck on a small island near Galveston. We jump in the Pathfinder and drive over there. His tire has lost the bead and he is stuck, but not too badly. We get his spare on and jacked up the truck, got the hole filled in and covered with a sheet of plywood we found. Out he drove. We thought about it, a pretty easy one... we got lucky, or so we thought.
It had rained a bit in the last few days, so things were a little wet. The island was mostly composed of old dredge from the Houston ship channel and clay... a very sticky mud that would turn a short drive into a nightmare when things got wet.
On our way out, we took the low road (there is a high one, the one that we usually take) because the high road was still a bit wet, and we had almost slid off of the trail and rolled down the hill on the way in...
The low road was in relatively good condition for most of the trip back to the end of the paved road. The last 1/4 mile was always the worst area... uphill, deep holes, and it could get really muddy.
We got through some of the easier spots without too much trouble. When we reached the big mud hole, it looked pretty bad, but the bypass was seriously off camber and the little Montero sport that my friend was driving was kinda tippy (much more so than the Pathfinder). The Pathfinder took the bypass, my friend and I took the Montero through the mudhole. We knew it would be rough, so we got about a 30 mph start going into it. We made it most of the way, and ended up about 30 feet short of the other side.
We hopped out with the shovels and started to clear some of the mud away so we could try to pull the truck out. Then we tried to pull it out with the Pathfinder. A few tries and the Pathfinder was stuck as well. All we had at this point was the shovels and the jacks.
It was at this point that we realized that both of the trucks were sinking. This mud hole had not finished settling yet (a common occurance for these dredge islands). Luckily, the Pathfinder's front wheels were out of the hole. We weren't going anywhere, but at least it wasn't getting any worse. We could not say the same thing about the Montero. We dug, jacked, filled, tried to pull it out with a come-a long (we never could get a good anchor point set) for about 5 hours. The mud was too soupy to effectively "build" with, and filled in too fast for us to be able to effectively bury anything to use as an anchor point. We were stuck, badly. It was getting dark, and the mosquitoes were becoming well fed. We coated our exposed skin in mud to ward off the bugs. It worked alright, but was hard to keep there in 90% humidity on a hot summer night. The sweat alone would make the mud come off in globs.
Both trucks stuck and miles from town, we called our youth minister. He brought the 2wd church van out and picked us up, we would try again in the morning.
That night is started raining again. We returned to a light drizzle and walked out to where the trucks were. They were definitely still there. The Pathfinder looked just the way we left it. The Montero, however... Oh boy!
The Montero had "settled" in... the mud was now up to the windows. We knew there was no way the van or the Pathfinder were going to get the Montero out any time soon.
We guided the van back to the Pathfinder and hooked up the tow strap. The van could not gain enough traction to pull out the Pathfinder. We tried a different approach. Still the same. We tried pointing the van into the tall grass. The minister misunderstood the line we had walked... and got stuck in a hole. We now had three stuck trucks.
The call was made to AAA. Out came the wrecker. The van didn't take much. A quick tug and he drove out.
The Pathfinder didn't take long with the big winch from the truck.
The cable was not long enough to reach all the way back to the Montero... just out of reach.
The wrecker driver was glad to make it back to pavement. He almost got stuck twice.
It started raining again and didn't stop until three days later.
We returned to get the Montero a week later after everything had dried out a bit. The roof was the only thing left above the mud line. We called in a couple favors and got a Bobcat brought in to dig the truck out. It took a while. The truck was totaled.
We got anything we could recover out of the truck, and had the wrecker haul the truck to the junk yard.
... and thats all I have to say about that! :fro: