A friend has been teaching me to hunt. On Monday we headed up Whiskey Creek Road, then onto Troy Road until we reached the unit boundary. It was raining all that morning. This was new country for both of us, so there was an "exploring" element to this trip.
We turned onto the north end of Tick Hill Road. My vehicle was in 4WD- High and in a short distance we were squiggling through the mud. I steadily kept my foot on the gas pedal and just kept going and going and going while mud flung onto the windshield and was tossed on either side. It seemed to never end. I began laughing. Not because it was funny- getting stuck out there had no appeal to either of us- but I was laughing out of astonishment that I was in such a pickle.
We kept telling each other that when we topped out, it would get better. We finally did stop climbing and in a big swirl we landed exactly perpendicular to the road.
When I straightened us out, we were faced with this...
Think "small pond" when you gaze upon this body of water.
We couldn't go back, so I shifted to 4WD Lo and drove on through. We did make it and squiggled our way across the flat.
We finally reached a stretch that was more tame, and when we completed the loop at the Whiskey Creek Road intersection, we both said, "Well, THAT was an adventure!"
The deer were safe that day. The weather made it too miserable for them to be out, my friend said.
I silently wondered, "Then what in the heck are we doing out here?!"
A 50-something woman comes home to a place she's never been before.