I had loaded up the mares' daily ration of hay and headed out to feed. Here's a recent picture of the mare herd after feeding.

I've been trying to feed down in the draws so the wind doesn't blow too much of the hay away. Today I decided to be tricky and just drive into the corral to put the hay in bunks. Whipped up the bank with no trouble, but then the truck wouldn't quite fit through the gate, so I began to back out. Didn't quite get in my tracks on the way back down and, whump, I was stuck and already in 4 wheel drive.
I'm grateful I wasn't far from the house, because the outside temp was -5 degrees with a little wind. It was probably -15 with the wind chill factor. My feet got cold walking from the barn to the house to get the chain. It was either chain up, shovel snow, or get the other 4X4 to pull the stuck one out. I was also grateful that 2003 Chevy had not sold when I advertised it for sale last summer! It's good to have two.
I put the big V-10 Ford into neutral. It has an automatic transmission, which makes pulling a little dicy, and you don't want to do too much of it. I had to yank on it pretty hard several times, then it popped out, and rolled back down the bank until it contacted the Chevy! It whanged pretty good, and I said, "Oh, dear!" But with that steel flatbed on the Chevy, there wasn't any damage that I could discern. Thank You, Lord.
So I finished feeding, then walked back to get the other truck. When I had everything all straightened out and got back in the house to warm my toes up, my friend that owns five of the horses I'm feeding showed up. I was kind of glad the mess was all straightened out. He would have teased me, and told everybody, which is what I just did, come to think of it. Somebody close the gate.
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