“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.
I have a feeling I'd better get used to this view.
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.
Is he smiling or smirking at me? Maybe he's happy I didn't run the beast up onto the tractor's trailer hitch?
~Barbara Baird
Note my Woody Max Muck boots (I know, I'm shameless at promoting The WON's advertisers) in the foreground. Here we are, heading back to the Suburban after unloading the tree stand.
Getting unhooked. I'm free to run over a stob and get it stuck in an axle. That's another story.
Publisher/Editor Barbara Baird is a freelance writer in hunting, shooting and outdoor markets. Her bylines are found at several top hunting and shooting publications. She also is a travel writer, and you can follow her at https://www.ozarkian.com. View all posts by Barbara Baird
