ckriz
Full Member
Well, Ive been wanting to tell this story for over a week now so here we go..
My wife and I were heading back from shopping in town, which is 30 min drive, when I get a call. I didnt recognize the number so I didnt answer, but I had a funny feeling about the call so I called back. Its a bronco brother in trouble. Now Ive never meet this bronco brother before, Ive only chatted very little with him here on CB and once almost 2 years ago on the phone. He says he is stuck in the snow and remebered that I lived close to where he was stuck. He also said he tried contacting all of his buddie's and they were either to busy or out of town. I told him I would call back the minute I got home. Well we happend to have dinner plans at 5 and it is 3:45 at this time, so I ran over to my buddies house were we are having dinner and told what was going on and explained about the brotherhood (he is a jeep guy and he didnt understand, go figure). So he agreed to go with me to find the bronco brother in trouble, so we grabbed some beers, I gave a "we are coming to save you" call and headed out. Now when I say he is close to me I mean he is only 30 miles from my house, 15 of which was deep heavy wet snow, the closer we get to him the deeper it got. Now I live at an elevation of 4200 ft and I know that where he is happens to be just under 6000 ft el. and he is on the other side a of a butte. The first section of the trip was fine, we were lucky enough to have tire tracks to follow in the snow, but the last 5 miles the only tire tracks in the snow was from a snowcat rescue rig. Now I didnt drive my bronco to help this guy, I took my f-350 and at this point Im thinking we aint going to make it, so I put it in 4 low to get the 38" tire to chew through the snow. With my a@@hole all puckered up going over the butte we spott him on the down hill side. We pull just past him, get out shake hands, introduce our selfs, hand him a beer, bs a little, then get to unstickin him. Now he did not take the same route to get to where he was as I did, his route happend to be plowed and clear... at any rate it took a good 20 minutes to pull him out cause he was buried good, but he was happy as clam sh1t once he was out and moving. So we stopped and bs'd some more over another beer and went our seperate ways.... I decided to take a different way out which was a logging road that was plowed but twice the distance to get back home.
I know this is kinda long winded and Im not a good story teller but I thought it is a great bronco brotherhood story. Plus I met another brother which will bail me out when Im in trouble....
Craig
My wife and I were heading back from shopping in town, which is 30 min drive, when I get a call. I didnt recognize the number so I didnt answer, but I had a funny feeling about the call so I called back. Its a bronco brother in trouble. Now Ive never meet this bronco brother before, Ive only chatted very little with him here on CB and once almost 2 years ago on the phone. He says he is stuck in the snow and remebered that I lived close to where he was stuck. He also said he tried contacting all of his buddie's and they were either to busy or out of town. I told him I would call back the minute I got home. Well we happend to have dinner plans at 5 and it is 3:45 at this time, so I ran over to my buddies house were we are having dinner and told what was going on and explained about the brotherhood (he is a jeep guy and he didnt understand, go figure). So he agreed to go with me to find the bronco brother in trouble, so we grabbed some beers, I gave a "we are coming to save you" call and headed out. Now when I say he is close to me I mean he is only 30 miles from my house, 15 of which was deep heavy wet snow, the closer we get to him the deeper it got. Now I live at an elevation of 4200 ft and I know that where he is happens to be just under 6000 ft el. and he is on the other side a of a butte. The first section of the trip was fine, we were lucky enough to have tire tracks to follow in the snow, but the last 5 miles the only tire tracks in the snow was from a snowcat rescue rig. Now I didnt drive my bronco to help this guy, I took my f-350 and at this point Im thinking we aint going to make it, so I put it in 4 low to get the 38" tire to chew through the snow. With my a@@hole all puckered up going over the butte we spott him on the down hill side. We pull just past him, get out shake hands, introduce our selfs, hand him a beer, bs a little, then get to unstickin him. Now he did not take the same route to get to where he was as I did, his route happend to be plowed and clear... at any rate it took a good 20 minutes to pull him out cause he was buried good, but he was happy as clam sh1t once he was out and moving. So we stopped and bs'd some more over another beer and went our seperate ways.... I decided to take a different way out which was a logging road that was plowed but twice the distance to get back home.
I know this is kinda long winded and Im not a good story teller but I thought it is a great bronco brotherhood story. Plus I met another brother which will bail me out when Im in trouble....
Craig
