Party in the Pasture?

My day began just like any other Wednesday. Planning the day, checking my calendar, school with the kids, answering emails, making lunch and looking around at all the loose ends left undone and wondering how they will ever get done.  

A Different Kind of Wednesday – Headed for Distaster?

Then the day took a different turn. It was the last day of trapping season, and the boys left to go check traps.  

I got a call: “Mom, Hey….”.  

“What’s goin’ on?”  

 “WE ARE STUCK”.  

I called Scott, and he went to pull them out of all their troubles.

A few hours later I got another call:

“Can you come pick us up and bring some boards with you?”

Two Stuck Trucks

Yep, both of our trucks now were stuck. I could not believe it.  By the time we got the boards together, the rest of the kids in the car, and a little food for the boys, it was 9 p.m.

The next morning Hunter, my oldest son, dropped Scott off at work before he went to meet a wrecker service at the property.  

I told the service that they may get stuck and the attendant (hereafter referred to as “Willie”) laughed and said, “That will never happen!”  

Wrecker Crew to the Rescue? Maybe Not.

Willie, a tall lanky “country boy” wearing his brand new white shoes, and his co-worker Billie greeted my sons at the gate.  Excitedly, the wrecker boys followed my boys to the muddy scene.  

Two hours later, I received a phone call:

“The wreckers are stuck, but they have a BIG wrecker on the way!”  

Two hours later, I received another phone call:

“The BIG wrecker is stuck, but they are sending for more help.”  Oh, that’s a relief!

A Whole Party of People in Our Pasture

Because we were fresh out of available vehicles, Scott’s parents had to pick him up from work and take him to the happenin’ destination.  

When he arrived, the wrecker crew were uploading another truck and a tractor were at the gate.  By the way, the site of the stuckness (is that a word?) is over a half mile into the property.  

By this time, there were at least 3 other pickups had showed up on the scene. Girlfriends, friends, parents, and friends of friends had joined the party in the lights of the wreckers. The crew needed spotlights at this point because it was getting very dark.  There were about 19 people on the scene, not including my family.  

“Every Wrecker We Own”

You know you are in trouble when you hear the owner of the wrecker service say to Willie, Billie, and the other help, “We gotta get them out; we have every wrecker we own out here!”

Willie wanted food and that was evident every, lets say, 30 seconds.  Billie’s brother only wanted a drink.  He went to the creek and noted that “that’s some good “crick” water;  it tastes just like faucet water!”  I like that kind of optimism.  It turned out to be quite an entertaining night.

Meanwhile, Back Home…

Back on the home front, I was filming for an outdoor television show at my home the next morning.  I had no vehicle to get any groceries for the cooking segment, and the night was quickly coming to an end.  I asked a friend to help me buy the ingredients–thankfully, she was available and all was well.

Just before midnight, they got all the trucks free.  It was a bittersweet moment to see hungry, hardworking Willie walking with three pounds of mud covering each shoe in the moonlight back to his free wrecker and supported by all the cheers from family and friends.  

I sure am thankful for all the hardworking boys not giving up.  What a night to remember!