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LAST EDITED ON Oct-28-11
>AT 12:15?PM (MST)
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>About ten years ago I was
>bear hunting with a buddy
>and his hounds.
>We got off work that afternoon,
>loaded up and headed out
>arriving in the mountains late
>that evening.
>It was mid winter and had
>just started to rain as
>we entered the mountains in
>his dog box Toyota.
>
>We were about half way to
>an area that was known
>to hold a real big
>bear, the roads were getting
>sloppy and the creeks were
>rising.
>We had to cross the main
>creek which was getting more
>"river like" by the minute.
>
>My buddy exclaims "Hell, I can
>make that"...."Hang On".
>He revvs up the Yota and
>charges across.
>About halfway across I feel the
>force of the 'river" pushing
>us sideways.
>
>
>Suddenly he grabs traction and we
>charge out of the river
>much to my relief.
>
>We were both exhausted from our
>long days at work and
>park up on the big
>ridge above to catch a
>few ZZZZ's.
>We would wake in the morn
>and look for the big
>tracked bear in hopes of
>a good run with the
>hounds.
>
>The sound of pelting rain had
>me asleep in no time
>regardless of the cramped sleeping
>conditions.
>
>It continued pouring rain ALL NIGHT
>LONG.
>
>We woke at first light to
>the continued down pour and
>the realization that our road
>was blocked by many downed
>trees.
>
>Still it continues to pour.
>
>Finally we just throw in the
>towel.
>
>The roads are so damn sloppy,
>trees are down about every
>hundred yards and it just
>sucks for hound hunting.
>After about a half hour later
>we arrive back at the
>main creek crossing.
>By now this thing is just
>boiling brown and BIG.
>Still, my buddy (who don't know
>the meaning of "I CAN'T
>") says "I still think
>we can make it".
>
>Again, he revvs up the engine
>and off we go.
>
>We get half way across and
>suddenly the force of the
>river is pushing the lil
>pickup filled with hounds sideways,
>The headlights are underwater in
>an eerie brown illumination of
>this brown boiling mess and
>water is boiling OVER MY
>WINDOW LIKE A FISH TANK!
>
>
>
>HOLY CHIT!
>
>
>
>
>Just then the engine sucks water
>and dies.
>
>This is about 6:30 am, it
>is still raining and we
>are dead in the water
>with a bunch of hounds
>in back.
>The truck is inching it's way
>downstream and we are freaking
>out.
>
>NOT GOOD.
>
>Quickly my buddy yells "GET OUT!"
>and urgently reminds me to
>crawl out HIS window, not
>mine.
>
>I get out into the freezing
>cold water and frantically make
>my way to the tailgate
>and push as he jams
>the tranny into low range.
>
>By turning the key without stepping
>on the clutch and me
>pushing for all my worth,
>we were able to "chug"
>forward onto the opposite back
>to safety.
>
>Still the truck wouldn't start and
>I was soaking wet to
>the skin with an uncontrollable
>case of the shakes.
>
>My buddy climbs into his tool
>box and gets some aerosol
>starting fluid, pops the hood
>and sprays some down the
>carburetor as I turn the
>key.
>
>Nothing.
>
>We try again.
>Nothing.
>
>Finally with the battery on it's
>final attempt before it dies,
>the engine sputters to life.
>
>
>We crank the heater full blast
>and limp home wounded, but
>alive.
>
>That was one trip I'll never
>forget.
Dang Harry, that is some scary stuff!