It was mid morning Tuesday and Brett and I had nothing to do. Having nothing to do on a farm is rare and considering ourselves luckily perched between a full schedule behind us and a to do list a mile long ahead of us, we jumped at the chance to take a leisurely tractor ride around the property. Of course, as {Brett's} luck would have it, we were halfway down a steep hill when the darn thing stalled out. He tried rolling it off but ended up running it waaaay down hill and into a ditch. We bummed around all day until our friend Jacob was off of work. Brett called him with an opportunity to finally use his new wench mounted on the front of his new truck. Twenty minutes later his wife Beth and I were perched in the back of the truck watching a pretty good show starring three men, a tractor, and a wench.
It only took about 45 minutes to pull it out of the ditch with a wench.
Then only 5 minutes to tow it up the hill with the truck.
It only took one person to be a friend.
This just goes to show you one man's mishap is another man's wench dream come true.
Lesson:
Manure happens. When it does, you find out who your friends are.
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