I’m sure plenty of us have stories of fun/stupid **** we’ve done while hanging out with friends and drinking a few. Here’s a thread for sharing those stories. *disclaimer, I’m not encouraging or condoning drunken activities
We lived at our former place for 15 years. It was in a very remote valley 5 miles off the nearest paved road. I had 27 acres of timber and knew all my neighbors well. When we sold the place everyone was sharing stories about crazy/fun stuff we did there.
The most memorable is the night that is known as “thunder in the valley”.
The Mrs and I had been drinking that night with some friends that left and we were in bed. It was about 2-3am, and some friends on their way home from the bar stopped by and woke us up. We went to the garage and set up a table to play euchre and drink some beer. More friends saw the lights on and stopped. Next thing you know we have about 15 people in the garage, two euchre tables going, music blasting, and everyone having fun.
At about 6am the neighbor that owned the farm across the road from us said “that creek bottom field is plowed up but with the rain we had this week I’ll have to disc it up again before I plant. Let’s go mudding”. Brilliant!
He went home to get his farm truck and I fired up my wood hauler. It was a stock 96 Chevy 1/2 ton with mud tires and straight pipes. One of the guys that was there had a 70-something ford 1-ton dedicated mud truck at his place about 15 miles away and left to go get it. He couldn’t get it started and came back an hour later disappointed.
The neighbor and I proceeded to tear the **** out of his field. Both of us had a cab full of people and we were doing figure 8 in the bottom part of the field and trying to hill climb the steep part.
I backed into the creek bed and gassed it to get a run at the hill. My truck slid sideways and hung up on a driftwood tree. Stuck. He came over with his truck to push me out and also got stuck.
Well, the farmer had an excavator in another field about a mile away. Someone had rode my four wheeler to where we were to watch us, and gave one of the guys that was an operator a ride to the excavator. He drove it through the woods to where we were at. We could hear him knocking trees out of the way.
He used the bucket to push both trucks out, and we decided to call it a day on the mud running.
We were all standing around laughing about what we were doing (it was very light out by this time) when one of the guys said “give me a ride in the bucket”. Next thing you know he’s in the excavator bucket holding onto the grapple getting spun in circles. Looking back, not a great idea but funny as hell at the time.
We wandered back to my place and I said I had to go to bed, the rest of them headed to town for breakfast. The neighbor at some point had drove his truck through the deep part of the creek and spent two weeks getting it to run right again.
There’s a lot of other stories, but that one was hands down the most fun. Two of the guys that were there have died. One in a drunk driving accident (no surprise but we miss you buddy) and another fell down the meth rabbit hole and died in a police chase.
Let’s hear your stories.
We lived at our former place for 15 years. It was in a very remote valley 5 miles off the nearest paved road. I had 27 acres of timber and knew all my neighbors well. When we sold the place everyone was sharing stories about crazy/fun stuff we did there.
The most memorable is the night that is known as “thunder in the valley”.
The Mrs and I had been drinking that night with some friends that left and we were in bed. It was about 2-3am, and some friends on their way home from the bar stopped by and woke us up. We went to the garage and set up a table to play euchre and drink some beer. More friends saw the lights on and stopped. Next thing you know we have about 15 people in the garage, two euchre tables going, music blasting, and everyone having fun.
At about 6am the neighbor that owned the farm across the road from us said “that creek bottom field is plowed up but with the rain we had this week I’ll have to disc it up again before I plant. Let’s go mudding”. Brilliant!
He went home to get his farm truck and I fired up my wood hauler. It was a stock 96 Chevy 1/2 ton with mud tires and straight pipes. One of the guys that was there had a 70-something ford 1-ton dedicated mud truck at his place about 15 miles away and left to go get it. He couldn’t get it started and came back an hour later disappointed.
The neighbor and I proceeded to tear the **** out of his field. Both of us had a cab full of people and we were doing figure 8 in the bottom part of the field and trying to hill climb the steep part.
I backed into the creek bed and gassed it to get a run at the hill. My truck slid sideways and hung up on a driftwood tree. Stuck. He came over with his truck to push me out and also got stuck.
Well, the farmer had an excavator in another field about a mile away. Someone had rode my four wheeler to where we were to watch us, and gave one of the guys that was an operator a ride to the excavator. He drove it through the woods to where we were at. We could hear him knocking trees out of the way.
He used the bucket to push both trucks out, and we decided to call it a day on the mud running.
We were all standing around laughing about what we were doing (it was very light out by this time) when one of the guys said “give me a ride in the bucket”. Next thing you know he’s in the excavator bucket holding onto the grapple getting spun in circles. Looking back, not a great idea but funny as hell at the time.
We wandered back to my place and I said I had to go to bed, the rest of them headed to town for breakfast. The neighbor at some point had drove his truck through the deep part of the creek and spent two weeks getting it to run right again.
There’s a lot of other stories, but that one was hands down the most fun. Two of the guys that were there have died. One in a drunk driving accident (no surprise but we miss you buddy) and another fell down the meth rabbit hole and died in a police chase.
Let’s hear your stories.
I debated the zuk approach but it took me a half hour to type that all out on my phone. That’s why I used paragraphs. 
