So I have a wench on the front of my Scout strong enough to lift two Scouts chained together straight into the air. Hopefully I'll never have to do this!
But one time I was heading off the mountain in the late afternoon and I came around a bend to find a man "Chicago Jack" out of his vehicle holding onto a rope in an attempt to keep his ride from slipping over the side of this very step hillside. Heading up, he had dropped his back right tire off the edge and now was teetering on a few loose rocks.
I had my family get out of my Scout and I parked it in a fairly secure spot and ran out the steel cable. I was pretty sure that I could pull his vehicle back up on the road but not 100% sure. There was a chance that both of our cars would be pulled over the edge and tumble to their deaths. (There is a vehicle at the bottom of this massive slide that has always served as a firm reminder to stay alert)
So I had him stand where he was not at risk and, standing clear of my Scout, I hit the remote on my wench. We all breathed much better when his vehicle gave a lurch and started to return to the trail. Within a few minutes we were shaking hands with big smiles and sweaty brows and we said goodbye to Chicago Jack.
But one time I was heading off the mountain in the late afternoon and I came around a bend to find a man "Chicago Jack" out of his vehicle holding onto a rope in an attempt to keep his ride from slipping over the side of this very step hillside. Heading up, he had dropped his back right tire off the edge and now was teetering on a few loose rocks.
I had my family get out of my Scout and I parked it in a fairly secure spot and ran out the steel cable. I was pretty sure that I could pull his vehicle back up on the road but not 100% sure. There was a chance that both of our cars would be pulled over the edge and tumble to their deaths. (There is a vehicle at the bottom of this massive slide that has always served as a firm reminder to stay alert)
So I had him stand where he was not at risk and, standing clear of my Scout, I hit the remote on my wench. We all breathed much better when his vehicle gave a lurch and started to return to the trail. Within a few minutes we were shaking hands with big smiles and sweaty brows and we said goodbye to Chicago Jack.