This is under Education and Training because it proves that no matter how much education and training one has they can still end up buried in shud.
First, for the urban (urbane?) participants here, the definition of shud is quite simple. Shud is a composite of your plain old everyday mud and another material contributed by large numbers of cattle in a concentrated area. Today's shud experience was in a very concentrated area.
Co-worker and I were attempting to find any means possible to get to a center section corner. We finally gained access from the northeast by first chatting for a bit with a nonagenarian owner of the northeast quarter of the section. His directions were very explicit as to which gates to go through and which way to turn after going through each of them. It hadn't rained much around there recently so we headed across his pastureland in the 3/4 ton truck with a heavy duty four-wheeler in the back. Everything went great until we reached the gate with an apparent mud hole that extended about 15 feet in all directions from the center of the gate. It was the co-worker's truck so he was driving. We made it until the rear of the truck was about even with the gate. No amount of FWD action was going to move us in any direction but down, if at all. Upon opening our doors we smelled the sweet aroma of agitated shud, including about 50 pounds of it changing his truck color from white to shud. We sort of leaped out to semi-dry shud, which was far superior to the soupy shud under the truck. The plan that evolved required pulling the ramp out and driving the four-wheeler out with a goal of using it with a short tow strap to aid extraction. That went fairly well once he took a shovel and dug out enough shud to find the ball hitch that had been totally hidden. Then, with me holding down the four-wheeler and him in the truck, we kicked our plan into action. Initially the only action was shud spraying the area very, very close to me but after a few seconds of revving the four-wheeler while hoping it didn't flip over backwards we began to sense some movement. Miracle of miracles, we succeeded. The entire undercarriage of the truck was plastered full of shud in every spot possible. The smell was powerful.
The amazing thing was accomplishing this without getting even one bit of shud on my tuxedo.
Holy Cow, post: 442481, member: 50 wrote: This is under Education and Training because it proves that no matter how much education and training one has they can still end up buried in shud.
First, for the urban (urbane?) participants here, the definition of shud is quite simple. Shud is a composite of your plain old everyday mud and another material contributed by large numbers of cattle in a concentrated area. Today's shud experience was in a very concentrated area.
Co-worker and I were attempting to find any means possible to get to a center section corner. We finally gained access from the northeast by first chatting for a bit with a nonagenarian owner of the northeast quarter of the section. His directions were very explicit as to which gates to go through and which way to turn after going through each of them. It hadn't rained much around there recently so we headed across his pastureland in the 3/4 ton truck with a heavy duty four-wheeler in the back. Everything went great until we reached the gate with an apparent mud hole that extended about 15 feet in all directions from the center of the gate. It was the co-worker's truck so he was driving. We made it until the rear of the truck was about even with the gate. No amount of FWD action was going to move us in any direction but down, if at all. Upon opening our doors we smelled the sweet aroma of agitated shud, including about 50 pounds of it changing his truck color from white to shud. We sort of leaped out to semi-dry shud, which was far superior to the soupy shud under the truck. The plan that evolved required pulling the ramp out and driving the four-wheeler out with a goal of using it with a short tow strap to aid extraction. That went fairly well once he took a shovel and dug out enough shud to find the ball hitch that had been totally hidden. Then, with me holding down the four-wheeler and him in the truck, we kicked our plan into action. Initially the only action was shud spraying the area very, very close to me but after a few seconds of revving the four-wheeler while hoping it didn't flip over backwards we began to sense some movement. Miracle of miracles, we succeeded. The entire undercarriage of the truck was plastered full of shud in every spot possible. The smell was powerful.
The amazing thing was accomplishing this without getting even one bit of shud on my tuxedo.
I probably would have played my "old guy" card and experienced shortness of breath and pectoral angina....at least until we got back to some blacktop pavement.
What's more surprising is that this occurred post-EFF.
Before when I had to walk every where, the truck went thru whatever to get as close as possible.
That ment getting stuck and I have not forgot what it took to get back on dry.
Now my truck rarely leaves client's entrance.
I unload the ATV asap
Gateways are natural places for impending disaster, in more ways than one.
But in winter they're doubly disastrous as HC discovered.
My biggest concern is, even with a 4wd the vehicle skews sideways and suddenly a 16' opening is fully taken up with a vehicle neatly mounted sideways with the post looking me in the eye out the drivers side door when I try to get some momentum to escape my predicament.
Cows have a tendency to hog the gateway when it's shut and the weather is foul and make one very boggy area waiting for the next human being to pass by in their neat and clean modus transportus.
Then they retire to higher ground to watch the action
[USER=11256]@Richard Imrie[/USER]
Help. The little grey cells between the ears aren't working well yet it appears. What the f... is EFF?
Holy Cow, post: 442518, member: 50 wrote: [USER=11256]@Richard Imrie[/USER]
Help. The little grey cells between the ears aren't working well yet it appears. What the f... is EFF?
Eight Foot Fence. (Someone else coined the abbreviation in that other thread).
just another reason for Body Camera attached to Mr. Cow (do we need to take up a collection?)
Everyone thinks SHUD makes good garden soil....until it gets watered and the weeds explode.
SHUD is the melting pot of everything that is drained from the surrounding area plus all the crud left by everyone and thing that has been there.
A sewage plant smells better than SHUD.
Ha!! I think yer full of SHUD. You rural heathen. ;);)
Reminds me of Dizzy Dean calling a game and said a player slud into the base.
Ol' Dizzy and his brother Daffy started out life in Arkansas. That explains a great deal right there.