Thought it would be interesting to hear some members stories about having been stuck out in the sticks. And what you did to get out of it.

Ill start.

Was up by Johnson Valley playing in the dessert. Decided to go up to Big Bear to set up camp for the night. Now I almost never take the asphalt road up there, and this trip was going to be no different. So I start up the trail by Dry Rabbit Lake. I get up by where the Dry Horse Creek campgrounds are, and one of my tires decides to go KaBooom! Well no problem is what your thinking. Just change the tire and be on your way. Well the problem was that no matter how prepared I am it seems like there is always one little thing I forget to bring on the trip that would of made things a bit more comfortable. On this trip it was the key to the American Lock Co padlock that was holding my spare tire on the rollbar. *** I think it was January becouse the snow started to come down. Those nice big flakes that stick to everything. And lots of them. I never let something as trivial as a weather forcast stop me from wheeling. So I started emptying the contents of my 4x desperatley looking for something to get thet lock off. An hour later with alot of snow on the ground by this time, I decide to bring out the big guns. Now dont try this at home. I loaded some 300grn .44 mag catriges into my Winchester Trapper carbine. I was going to get that tire off one way or another! I placed two of the 1/4" steel targets I had brought with me around the tire to keep the lead from making my situation worse. Stepped back into the now snow covered sage about ten yards and let the lock have it. After about the fifth direct hit on that lock with only marginal denting, I was wondering if it was going to work or not. Wishing that I had bought a cheap Master lock, and another five rounds later the thing snapped loose. But I wasnt out of the woods yet. The lock for the high lift jack was on the key ring with the other key. %^&*#$! So I found a rut just a bit up the trail and drove over it so the offending tire could be removed. What a pain in the ars.

Now lets here some of your stories.

PS. It was dark and I was the only one that side of the mountain. Was about 2am when I got that sucker fixed.  

I got a call from some friends who had been wheeling along the river. They were stuck and needed some help. Got down there about 3 p.m.. It started to cloud up on the way down, but I thought no problem. I'll just pull the 2 Jeeps and a Dakota out and be home for dinner. It started raining abot 4. Now the rain wouldn't be a problem, but the river was right at flood stage and this place floods with a heavy dew!. On the way in I got stuck. I winched myself out and kepton going. Finally got back to them about 3 miles back in the woods. When I started winching the first guy, my winch screwed up. I worked till about 6 trying to get the winch fixed. Keep in mind its still raining. I winched 1 Jeep out, then the Dakota. Finally tried to winch the last Jeep out and the winch gave out. Burnt the motor. Had to pull the others out for the 3 miles back to the main road. Left the last Jeep down there. River was coming across the road at the gate when we left. Came back 2 weeks later and got the "one left behind" out. BTW, finally made it home around midnight.  

Let me say this. The one we pulled out 2 weeks later was not even hurt. Water got over the hood. We went down there in a boat the next day to check on it. We pulled the logs and limbs out of it, changed the fluids, changed the plugs and it fired right up.  

Ha! Got luckey.
Was up in the woods once just taking my time when I was passed by speed racer & his girlfriend. Again at night with no one else around. Just passed Big Pine and putting along my merry way when on the trail ahead of me is Speedie. Rolled the new wagoneer over two or three times. Wine bottles about the place. They were sure happy to see me and not a cop. Winched them over with the old Beaver winch and they were on their way. Turns out it was HER new car. Ill bet that put an end to the party for awhile. Hehehehe.  

I had just finished up doing the spring over lift on my Wrangler . My buddy with a Landcrusher  and I went to a place close to Springfield , OR called Shotgun Creek . We wheeled all over that place for a while when we decided we should take this one particularly nasty trail . I started up this slippery hill when I heard something break . I had broke the yoke on the rear axle , snapped the ears right off the thing . I removed the rear driveshaft and figured I would drive home on the front driveline . At this point Dan took off because it wasnt any big deal to either of us , we had both been there and done that . Wrong ! I drove the gravel road to the main road . Once I was on the main road and up to cruising speed I noticed I had a big ol vibration above 35 mph . So , not only was I driving slower than I wanted to , the sun was going down , it was getting cold and I wasnt dressed warm enough . I wasnt having a lot fun at this time . Freezing my tail off when it started to rain , icing on the cake ! Eventually I got home-cold wet and freezing .  

Ok. Looks like I jumped the gun on this thread. Been done before. I did try to search for simular threads before I posted but didnt find anything till afterwards.  http://forums.jpmagazine.com/70/807506/speak-up/jeep-horror-stories/index.html
Sill Im sure there are new guys like me who havent told us their storys before, so lets hear them.  

I move to Alabama in 96, still there.  

Sounds like I am not the only one with good luck. I live in southwest CO snow is normal.  After a 10 hour workday a buddy of mine called me and asked if I could help him get HIS buddy unstuck. I grabbed what I thought was everything I needed and headed out.  My buddy has a tundra and I was in a 03 TJ.  As I found out on the way there that it was a 3/4 ton Van buried.  When we got the van unstuck and on his way, my buddy and I were on the wrong side of a creek as the snow started. The creek was just about 3 inches deep and 6 foot wide. NO WORRIES RIGHT  I was following the tundra as he hit the creek and sunk to where his 33's were just nubs above the ground. I hit the creek and made it about 5 of the 6 foot when there was just no more going forward. We were about 7 miles off the closest paved road and about 25 miles from town.  As luck would have it a farmer was heading home with a John Deere. Thinking we were gonna be ok we straped the tundra on to the Deere.  Nope not even with it locked in 4 wheel the deere just dug more ruts.  By now there was about 4 inches of snow and it was about 20 degrees. Well the Deere did pull out my TJ and with both pulling we got the Tundra out. Not quite a quick tug like I thought so after 7 hours in the mud I finally got home at about 2 in the morning.