On Saturday my son and I headed over to Eburg for the day to do some quail and chukar hunting and decided to go into the Quilomene. Haven't been in there in the past 15 years, so we didn't know what to expect. We left a little late and then went up some hellacious roads to find about twenty vehicles and campers up at the top (Didn't know about the other nice road in till later). Guys were everywhere and we decided to hunt the ridge instead of the valley. We had a good time and the dogs got a good run, but we didn't put up any birds. The guys down in the valley were getting some shooting in, though. We decided to head down some more hellacious roads and worked our way down to the river (7 miles in)
. This is where the real fun (trouble) started.
After letting the dogs swim and taking a nap I decided I didn't want to be down in the bottom to late since the roads were so bad. We started up and hadn't even made it a quarter mile when I tried to skirt some brush while riding the edge of the road (creek side) with the passenger side tires. The front passenger side, however, ended up breaking the edge of the road and dropping down. It probably wouldn't have been so bad except the backend dropped the same time the front did. The bottom of the creek was 15 feet below us and anything I tried to get us back on the road made the truck slide further down due to the soft dirt. The pucker factor was extremely high as I thought for sure we were going to roll. I got the boy and the dogs out of the truck which now had the outside edge of the drivers side tires up in the air. We ended up walking back down to the river where a guy was camped. Luckily he happened to be back at his rig and was more than willing to help. He had a chainsaw and chain and was able to get around my truck by cutting the brush out. He hooked me up in the front while I anchored the rearend with my tow strap to keep it from dropping in. One quick pull and I popped out.
Thank my lucky stars for all times I have helped people out! I think it all came back to me on Saturday. The gentleman who helped me out didn't want anything for it and wouldn't give me his address, but he did take my handshake and my sons and I's heartfelt thank yous. If anyone knows an older chukar hunter who drives an older forest service green dodge and lives in Tacoma give him my heart felt thanks once again.
