Here in ENC, there's not a lot of people that go wheeling, that I've found.
I'm part of a club, the "Carolina Trail Stalkers", the only problem, it's a mostly Heep club.
So, one night in January, a buddy of mine calls me up and says he's got a friend who's stuck on some power lines.
He said he's tried to get him out, but couldn't get him.
So, I call my other buddy who has a 4Runner and we make the hour drive to go save the Heeps.
Finally find them, and we're trying to figure out how we're going to get this guy. Look down the path, and it's about 1130 at this time, and see the Heep across the trail.
So, go get this Heep, snatch him out, and he's on his marry way back to civilization, with us in tow.
What we didn't realize, is that there's another Heep, about 1/4 mile away from the road. This dude is just chilling, looking like he can get out any time he wants to.
Well, he's the one that we needed to get out. So, me and my buddy go down the trail, and are sitting there trying to figure out how we're gonna get this guy without getting ourselves stuck.
I go to do a 3 point turn, my front end goes up, comes back down, and I'm ****ed. I have NO idea what I got hung up on, but I wasn't moving.
My buddy tries to pull me out from the front, back, the side, I wasn't moving at all.
So, says "let me try one more time from the front."
Well, he buried is 4Runner, sitting on 33s, about 36" deep in mud.
So we try digging him out, using my hilift to pull him out, all to no avail.
Well, it's about 3am, 33* at this point, I said **** it, I'm taking a nap. Turned the truck on, turned the heat on as high and as hot as I could to thaw my feet, and fell asleep for a couple hours.
Wake up at 6, start it all over again. By 830, the game wardens there. The three of us that we're stuck got tickets. (Ended up doing some community service to get out of that one.)
Dude shows up with a "recovery" truck, Dodge 2500, lift, tires, chains, 12k winch, kids, wife, the whole nine. (One of his kids is about 4 months old.) we rig chains to my buddy's Runner, snatch the winch line, and, the winch dies. Damn Smittybuilts.
Back to square one.
Another Heep in the club shows up, manages to get my buddy out, my buddy goes home, but refuses to pull me out, unless he can snatch the line. I try to explain to him that if he comes forward about 50', I could strap him to a tree, and if be out in less than a minute.
Won't do it.
Another guy in a Heep shows up, from the club, and try's to hook up to me from my hitch and pull me out. I dragged his Heep forward. He takes a strap, straps to a tree, hooks up again, and breaks his strap.
I tell them the only way I'm coming out is forward. They don't listen, and instead try pulling me from behind again.
At this point, the guy is getting frustrated, and says **** it, and tried to drive around me.
He gets stuck in the mud.
I pull a strap out, his snatch block, run it to the nearest tree, and he inches himself forward.
He's about 2' in front of my runner when he stops, looks at me, and realizes I was right the whole time.
We hook a chain up from his Heep to my Runner, and he starts winching. I'm almost out of the hole, and his damn selector lever on his winch snaps. Another Shittybuilt. Now we're both ****ed.
At this point, about 10 other people with Heeps showed up. They again Wouldn't listen to me, and tried to pull me from behind. (2) 10k winches on my hitch, and I broke two straps and pulled them forward.
Finally they talk the first douche nugget who was there into pulling me forward, and he finally listens.
Daisy chain three people with winches together, and managed to get the last guy out.
Total time me, the guy who was stuck, and a buddy of mine who didn't leave us for a second, 36 hours.
I'll see if I can find the pics.
Edit***
Not the best pic, but here ya go. I was on 35s, and they were burried. I wasn't going anywhere.