well one time me and my brother in law jimmy were up north in maine fishing for trout and staying at his friends camp in Jackman, Maine. We left early in the morning i think mid-july about 40-45 degrees in the mornings mind you, fishing small brooks and streams along the logging roads that cover that area and having no luck really. So after lunch in the truck, my brother in law says "Wanna drive?" now mind you I was only 14 at the time and couldn't believe my ears. I said "sure!" and off we went driving along roads and creeping farther away from the main dirt logging road. and the road was getting worse but I was having fun and learning at the same time. well eventually we came to a bigger puddle across the road and i road the ditch a little to much and WHAM!! we were stuck bad so that the rear axle was sitting on ground and the tire would just spin. So after about 2 hours of trying to get it unstuck he decided that it was getting dark and we had better start walking. So we started out the way we came and walked, and walked, and walked and finally about 2 o'clock in the morning we decided that we should rest and build a fire because it was really cold about 38 degrees and we huddled around the fire semi sleeping between rolling over to warm our other sides. We woke up as the dawn was breaking and boy did that sun feel good. wound up hitching a ride back to the truck with a couple of hunters that happened along in a big Dodge ram, out hunting, bummed a couple whoopie pies and they pulled us out no problem, and were on our way. An interesting story I think. No morele though.we reset the trip odometer and found out we walked 15 miles in the night, and my brother in law said that there were moose about 10 feet from us but he didn't want to tell me cause he thought i might get scared.

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