Hit a Bronco once….crushed it like a Coke can.
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Rusty in Montana
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Just remember that on a quiet night in Montana you actually can hear a Chevy or Dodge rust into the ground ha ha !
The difference between a GMC and a Chevy is the bolts and nuts on a GMC are tightened with a torque wrench ha ha
The difference between a GMC and a Chevy is the bolts and nuts on a GMC are tightened with a torque wrench ha ha
DeeDeeCues
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I have three Chev's that spent almost their entire lives in Montana. Average age is 53yrs. I did just fix rust on the newest, had to cut out 5"x8".
Rusty in Montana
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I've still got my water well service truck which is a 1976 Ford 3/4 ton 4wd with some extra leaf springs in the back and a rebuilt 360 motor under the hood .
It needs a bit of carb work and fresh springs in the front and it's as good as ever .
And the prefect vehicle to take out on a ranch because you can't hurt that old bugger , when the thirsty cows start fighting for a chance to get a drink if you can't pull away from the well and water tanks .
It needs a bit of carb work and fresh springs in the front and it's as good as ever .
And the prefect vehicle to take out on a ranch because you can't hurt that old bugger , when the thirsty cows start fighting for a chance to get a drink if you can't pull away from the well and water tanks .
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Gotta tell a true story about the ford and the chevy. These two guys from the big city belonged to the same hunting club so they happen to meet up on Racourci Island, a sorta island in or on the edge of the Mississippi depending on water levels. One is driving a brand new ford four wheel drive with all the trimmings, the other a new chevy with all the trimmings. Neither one is a month old yet.
They get in the usual ford/chevy argument and decide to put things to the test. Time to hunt some mud! We were in the middle of a drought but they still found mud here and there. Both trucks were getting through every obstacle. Then they came up on this huge mud flat. "This will settle things!" They hit the mud with a flying start and both skated out over two hundred feet before stopping and starting to sink. That mud flat had been a lake all of my life until just a few weeks ago and that mud didn't have any bottom to it! They both got muddy to the eyeballs getting back to solid ground. Luckily, there was a big Cat, an eight or nine, working a couple miles away. The owner had been contracted by the month to do some work for the hunting club so he didn't care what he did.
By the time they got back with the cat the trucks were down to almost out of sight, a few inches of roof line showing on each truck. The owners had to slog back out to each truck to hook a huge cable to the truck after basically diving and clawing down to the frame of the truck to find something solid to hook to. Did I mention this rotting mud stunk? They had opened windows to escape the trucks so now each was filled with very smelly mud and water and it was an over seventy-five mile drive home to the big city. Maybe a testament to both trucks' quality, they did both fire after a little work under the hoods.
Had to be a hell of a stinky ride home and I would have loved to have heard the stories told to the insurance companies. Neither truck would ever be the same again!
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Rusty in Montana
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The last season I guided deer and antelope hunters in Southeastern Montana my one boss had to take a client out to try and fill his antelope tag .
Sadly Dave was new to this part of Montana and hadn't learned that you never drive across anything that is white or to green !
Especially if your 4wd front drive shaft snapped and the local machine shop couldn't get it done before you had to go out to the camp .
Well Dave decided to try & take a short cut back to camp and buried his pickup to the axles in gumbo mud ! One of the other guides seen them and hooked onto his pickup and didn't have enough power to get them both out of the mud , Eb , drove to camp and barrowed my two rope and a log chain and between him is his 1/2 ton 4wd and my 3/4 ton 4wd we got him pulled out after digging some nasty deep ruts ha ha
Now for the rest of this story , the client had been in the Artic Circle hunting caribou , moose and a grizzly bear , and had flown down from Anchorage but Alaska airlines lost his warm weather hunting cloths so all he had to wear was heavy cold weather clothes .
The daytime temps in Montana was mid 60's to 70's he was miserable to say the least !
So on this fateful day he was riding in the box of the pickup to try and stay cooler , it really wasn't working , when they started to sink in the mud he while trying to help was leaning over the edge of the box and when Dave hit the brakes rather hard flipped the client out of the pickup box landing face down in the deep sticky , stinking mud ha ha
With this said the only extra water was from a sulfur rich artisan water well that when the wind was blowing just right you could smell it from well over a mile away !
Needless to say when it was all said and done we all had a good laugh about it even the client who was much smaller than any of us so we couldn't loan or give him a change of cloths .
Yes he did finally get his antelope and his lost luggage arrived before his flight home !
Sadly Dave was new to this part of Montana and hadn't learned that you never drive across anything that is white or to green !
Especially if your 4wd front drive shaft snapped and the local machine shop couldn't get it done before you had to go out to the camp .
Well Dave decided to try & take a short cut back to camp and buried his pickup to the axles in gumbo mud ! One of the other guides seen them and hooked onto his pickup and didn't have enough power to get them both out of the mud , Eb , drove to camp and barrowed my two rope and a log chain and between him is his 1/2 ton 4wd and my 3/4 ton 4wd we got him pulled out after digging some nasty deep ruts ha ha
Now for the rest of this story , the client had been in the Artic Circle hunting caribou , moose and a grizzly bear , and had flown down from Anchorage but Alaska airlines lost his warm weather hunting cloths so all he had to wear was heavy cold weather clothes .
The daytime temps in Montana was mid 60's to 70's he was miserable to say the least !
So on this fateful day he was riding in the box of the pickup to try and stay cooler , it really wasn't working , when they started to sink in the mud he while trying to help was leaning over the edge of the box and when Dave hit the brakes rather hard flipped the client out of the pickup box landing face down in the deep sticky , stinking mud ha ha
With this said the only extra water was from a sulfur rich artisan water well that when the wind was blowing just right you could smell it from well over a mile away !
Needless to say when it was all said and done we all had a good laugh about it even the client who was much smaller than any of us so we couldn't loan or give him a change of cloths .
Yes he did finally get his antelope and his lost luggage arrived before his flight home !
True.
As a young adult, my girlfriend and I went skiing in wva and stayed with a friend who had a house on the back side of a ski resort.
Once we drove from DC in heavy snow as part of a 3 car caravan. There were 3 passes we had to cross and ther was only one driver who could make it over them.
He drove one vehicle to the top, walked down and drove the others up.
Wasn't I, but I thought I could have. I was holding the beers...in my tummy!
Rusty in Montana
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I know of three different paved mountain passes / roads that folks would start driving up them until they got to a switchback or two and couldn't drive around it for whatever reason or they wouldn't drive in a lower gear while driving down and riding the brakes which in some cases would catch on fire . Some would get a local to finish the driving for them , in either a motor home or a car even during the non winter months .
My business was only about five miles from the local dirt track but with scattered thunder storms and the track pretty well soaked one storm hitting it for thirty minutes and we would be rained out that night. It was before cell phones and the track was far enough off the road that they hadn't paid for the mile or so of cable needed to get a land line.
The road in was mostly dirt and there was one spot about a hundred yards long that got very muddy. Maybe fed by an underground spring or slough, the track owner dug down six feet and filled in with solid clay, it still turned to mud. I was in my 7/8 ton, 454, 456 posi-trac rear, I had drug the chunk quite a few times only stopping when the mud got up to my axle tubes. Good mud tires too of course.
One lane road in many places so if I went in and other people piled in behind me and got stuck I would be sitting there a long time. There was a problem right before the hundred yard bog. A lady in a brand new Cadillac. Why are the vehicles always brand new in these stories? Anyway, I go up to the Caddy and the lady is scared to go through the mud. I explain to her that the mud isn't nearly as bad as it looks, she isn't buying my line. Finally she said if it's so damned easy you do it! She slid across the seat.
My first thought was that she hadn't seen my boots yet. I had twenty to thirty pounds of red clay on each one! However, the track office was in sight but still a long slog to get to. I jumped in the car, hung the transmission in low, and let that big Cadillac engine roar! I drove us both to the track office building, confirmed the races were still on for that night, and caught a ride back to the bog hole. Had to wade across to my truck with it almost knee deep in places.
Always wondered how the lady got back out of the track complex. She never did buy it being easy. It wasn't unless you happened to be a dirt track demon in somebody else's car!
Hu
