Harrison and a few siblings had the job of driving the mule home the other night. Afew minutes later as I was planting 3 kids came running at me from across the field waving and screaming. There was a very dramatic story about almost tipping, mud flinging, people pushing, but the end result was a stuck utility vehicle. We went back and pulled it out the next day with a tractor. Did I mention this all happened in the "peat bed", local adversary of the chief. I was going to give a lecture on poor judgment and how to keep from getting stuck but realized it was not Harrisons fault, that it was a genetic trait, see the Oct 2011 post for reference about this topic.
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