Spinning my wheels in the mud

I went to let out our laying hens Wednesday morning. I knew I couldn’t drive up the hill to the pasture gate after all the rain we’d had, but I thought I could follow the contour of the hill and get there.

I almost made it, but then the soil under my tires just slumped. I tried rocking it back and forth and was only going deeper. You know the saying: When you find yourself in a hole, quit digging. Had to walk across the field to go get the tractor and a log chain and went squish, squish, squish the whole way. Even the gravel drive in front of the barn went squish.

Tried to pull the truck out from the front one way and then another, but my little four-wheel-drive Kubota was spinning all four wheels and digging its own hole. By this time, I was muttering stuff like “good golly gee gracious” and “darn.”

I switched to the back end and tried pulling that direction and finally got it free. A pleasant hour.

This story was originally published November 23, 2015 at 6:37 PM with the headline "Spinning my wheels in the mud."