Wabujitsu
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A buddy asked me to come over to his property to move a construction office trailer with my Jeep a few weeks ago. I’m pretty sure it exceeded the rated weight load of my Jeep.
Much to my excited pleasure, when I got there I saw it was sitting almost up against a field fence, close to a corner - and just inside the edge of a Florida swampy and muddy area, with standing water and shoe-grabbing deep mud. Close quarters, a sharp turn and pull forward, a sharp turn and backing it up and away from the fence, deep mud and swamp - slightly uphill, mind you. Hey, I’m in a JLUR, lifted with 35” MTs; what could go wrong?
OF COURSE I got stuck. I expected it, but I also had a winch and a farm jack. And a few Florida Man plans.
One curve ball happened, after blasting mud sky-high while pulling forward and back a million times. At one point I had to disconnect the trailer from my hitch to reposition. It was SO soft and muddy, the trailer jack sunk. My buddy put a bunch of wood under it. I disconnected, pulled forward, and the wood sunk on an angle, causing the trailer to fall off of the wood.
My buddy was despondent; he had no clue how to fix it. I said with a grin, “No worries, Florida Man is here! Got any beer?” I sucked down two of his beers while comforting him in the heat, humidity, and mosquitoes.
I got out my farm jack with a “mud footer” attached to it. He regarded it with skepticism. He was shaking like a dog shitting a peach seed; I was grinnin‘ like a mule eatin‘ briars. I jacked it up, got my Jeep under it, and settled it down onto my ball hitch. With both lockers engaged, I went nowhere, of course. The mud plumes were spectacular, though.
My buddy was about dehydrated from all of his sweating and crying. I was concerned for him, so I hugged him and told him to fetch me another of his beers. That put him in the AC for a few minutes; I figured I was doing him a favor.
He came back outside, looking at my confident demeanor in wonder. I told him to fetch his little pick-em-up truck and told him where to park it. He was my winch anchor point; I had to tell him to put the tranny in neutral and mash on the brake while I was doing my thing. It was part of his countrified edumacation that there day.
He was concerned that it was a very off-angle pull. I just said, “Hold mah beer!”
In short, I hooked up, he mashed on the brakes, and with trepidation in his eyes, he watched me winch and claw my way out of the swamp with his big-ass trailer towed behind me. I positioned it on dry land to his OCD specifications, and we farm-jacked up the low side of his trailer to level it out. And it only cost him three beers!
I enjoy using my Jeep and ALL of my equipment in challenging situations.
Much to my excited pleasure, when I got there I saw it was sitting almost up against a field fence, close to a corner - and just inside the edge of a Florida swampy and muddy area, with standing water and shoe-grabbing deep mud. Close quarters, a sharp turn and pull forward, a sharp turn and backing it up and away from the fence, deep mud and swamp - slightly uphill, mind you. Hey, I’m in a JLUR, lifted with 35” MTs; what could go wrong?
OF COURSE I got stuck. I expected it, but I also had a winch and a farm jack. And a few Florida Man plans.
One curve ball happened, after blasting mud sky-high while pulling forward and back a million times. At one point I had to disconnect the trailer from my hitch to reposition. It was SO soft and muddy, the trailer jack sunk. My buddy put a bunch of wood under it. I disconnected, pulled forward, and the wood sunk on an angle, causing the trailer to fall off of the wood.
My buddy was despondent; he had no clue how to fix it. I said with a grin, “No worries, Florida Man is here! Got any beer?” I sucked down two of his beers while comforting him in the heat, humidity, and mosquitoes.
I got out my farm jack with a “mud footer” attached to it. He regarded it with skepticism. He was shaking like a dog shitting a peach seed; I was grinnin‘ like a mule eatin‘ briars. I jacked it up, got my Jeep under it, and settled it down onto my ball hitch. With both lockers engaged, I went nowhere, of course. The mud plumes were spectacular, though.
My buddy was about dehydrated from all of his sweating and crying. I was concerned for him, so I hugged him and told him to fetch me another of his beers. That put him in the AC for a few minutes; I figured I was doing him a favor.
He came back outside, looking at my confident demeanor in wonder. I told him to fetch his little pick-em-up truck and told him where to park it. He was my winch anchor point; I had to tell him to put the tranny in neutral and mash on the brake while I was doing my thing. It was part of his countrified edumacation that there day.
He was concerned that it was a very off-angle pull. I just said, “Hold mah beer!”
In short, I hooked up, he mashed on the brakes, and with trepidation in his eyes, he watched me winch and claw my way out of the swamp with his big-ass trailer towed behind me. I positioned it on dry land to his OCD specifications, and we farm-jacked up the low side of his trailer to level it out. And it only cost him three beers!
I enjoy using my Jeep and ALL of my equipment in challenging situations.
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Florida Man nailed it!
