Great Northern Redneck

This one wasn't while caching, but its a good story so I'll tell it anyway. I was driving down a narrow snowmachine trail with a friend, in my lifted 1982 Ford F150, with 33 inch mud tires and a Detroit Locked rear end. After passing through a deep mud hole (2.5 feet) and going around the corner, I saw the end of the trial. One catch: a rutted mud hole, 3 feet deep and 12 feet long, that led into an open field. OK, 4-low, lets just get out of here. Easier said than done. After crawling out the sliding rear window into the bed of the truck because I couldn't open the doors, I went into the toolbox and got out the come-a-long. Problem: nothing to hook onto in front of us (led into an open field, remember?) My only option: pull myself out backwards and try it again taking a different line. (Being a narrow snowmachine trail, there was no room to turn around.) We hooked the come-a-long to the truck and to a tree. After cranking for almost 30 minutes, the normal "click" of the tool turned into a "crack". Instead of pulling us out of the mud, we pulled the tree to the ground. A short 1.5 mile walk later we found a nice logger with a 1-ton diesel Dodge who was willing to pull us out. We hooked up the tow strap and he gave a nice tug, only to hear another loud "crack". This time in was the rear axle that had gotten snagged on a log beneath the mud. Inspection of the damage revealed that the pull had broken all the leafsprings on the rear axle clean in half, except (fortunately) for the main springs on both sides. The new suspention set-up left the back end of my truck sagging almost 6 inches closer to the ground than it had just an hour previously. Luckily for me the friend I was with works at a suspention shop. The cost for this little adventure: $200 in new leaf springs, and a 12 pack of Bud for my new logger friend.