I remember one evening meeting at my parents' home for a family cookout when a call came in about cattle loose, so we hurried out in two vehicles. My brother drove one, and ran along on foot, and we put the cattle back - then saw that dad had buried his Bronco in playa lake mud of an old bison waller. My bro and I hurried to farm HQ to get a tractor, drove it ten miles to the lake, and buried it. We hurried back to HQ to get the biggest tractor with extra wheels, drove it to the lake, and buried it! A thunderstorm was closing so we gave up, went home, and dreamed about seeing parts of the fleet sticking out of the water the next morning. When we got back to the lake the next day, we discovered that the rain had failed leaving high ground dry and dad had hired a county road grader to come out with a cable. It still took several tries over many hours as the cable eyes were pulling apart. I carried the wrenches to repair the cable, retreating on pull attempts in case the cable snapped, then rushing in to repair the eyes each time. The grader was using everything it had, twisting its body left and right to vary traction, and after several tries finally pulled the biggest tractor out of the lake bed, then the smaller one, and easily the Bronco. We spent the rest of the day washing lake mud out of the tractor wheels.
