18 Bagel Bites, one concert, and some mud, sweat and tears later, here I am. Since last night ended early this morning, I woke up about 11 this morning, and, well, since we were out of Golden Grahams, I had no choice but to eat 18 Bagel Bites. After my breakfast, I headed over to Ocean Isle for the second day of the Oyster Festival, and my dad's band played for an hour or so, and I went out and watched em for a while (check em out - www.cousinhomerband.com). Anyway, I decided to put the boat in the water because it's such a nice day, so I backed up to the trailer and hooked the truck up to it. Then it hit me. You know that feeling, deep down inside you, where you know you're gonna meet your breakfast a second time around? So I made for the throne room at a brisk pace, where I proceeded to start some "paperwork." All was good. Then suddenly came the one thing every man dreads: The knock at the door while you're the only one home and are busy with that paperwork. So I finished my business and opened the front door. In front of me were two very nervous and very muddy 15 year olds. "Uhh, John, we need your help. Badly," said my neighbor, Adam. His friend, Colby, remained silent at his side. "What'd you do?" I asked. "Well, we got my dad's truck stuck. Behind the house. In the mud next to the waterway." I don't think I ever posted anything about when his dad got the skidsteer stuck in the mud next to he waterway, but it took my truck, my neighbor's 2500HD Duramax (the one currently mired), and my other neighbor's John Deere to get it out. With visions of that debacle running through my head, we got in my Yukon and headed to the scene of this particular misadventure. Upon arriving, I see this: I don't know if any of y'all are familiar with the black mud in the waterways around here, but think death mix of jello and clay with a little epoxy mixed in for good luck. And we had a 6,000lb truck buried to the frame in this stuff. Terrific. Realizing that the tide was coming in quickly, we dug out in front of the tires and hooked the strap up to my truck and tried to pull it out. She didn't budge. We quickly gave up any hope of my truck getting the dmax and trailer out, and headed for my other neighbor's house, the one with the John Deere. After talking to his wife briefly, we discovered that he was on the other side of the neighborhood, so we went off in search of him. We finally found him, and he went and fired up the old tractor and we headed back to the stuck truck. After hooking the chains up, we tried to pull with the tractor. The tractor's front wheels kept coming off the ground, and the truck still didn't budge, and now the tranny wouldn't come out of gear. I climbed on to the front of the tractor to try and keep the front wheels on the ground, and we went at it again. After all that, I don't think a mechanical bull has anything on John Deere: After doing this for a little while, we got the truck to come forward about two feet, but at the same time, it had gotten deeper into the mud. At that point we realized that today was about to get a lot more expensive. Finally the wrecker showed up, and after a small scare involving some mud and the 2wd rollback, he backed up to the truck and winched it out. After a little grinding of gears, the tranny finally started shifting again, so I guess the mud got in the way of the shift linkage or something, but it seems to work now. Anyway, as I was backing out, a stray floating dock jumped out behind me and into my truck: So 18 bagel bites, a concert, a ton of mud, and a dent later, here I am.