Me and my friend Miranda would go to her camp at the opening day of trout for 5 years running back in highschool. A few miles from here camp was an old saw mile that had GNARLY mud. It really wasn't mud, it was a clay-sawdust, mud, mucky mess that was uber thick.
The first picture is when she got stuck trying to come pull me out. She was coming down the hill and I looked infront of her and seen the leaves she was about to run over looked suspect, but before I could get her attention... SPLAT.
The second picture is my Honda stuck, once Miranda was stuck we were able to get mine out under its own power, but it wasn't strong enough to get her out, hence picture number 3!