When the Wheels Come Off

By Jeremy Taylor
Montana, DIY, Private Land

Jeremy Taylor - When the Wheels Come OffMay/June 2013 EBJ (Issue 77) - I knew this hunting trip was going to be trouble when I pulled up to my buddy’s house and saw the gigantic load of hay attached to a .-ton pickup. His plan was to deliver the first of two loads to our rancher friends who had been hit hard by the drought. Hay was hard to come by and he had a neighbor willing to sell at a good price. The only problem was delivery, so Jeff chose to borrow a truck from a friend and haul the hay himself.

We had to pull over after about sixty miles because the truck was overheating, and when I got out I nearly stepped on an old rotten deer carcass on the side of the road. Even though I failed to see it at the time, it was definitely a foreshadowing of things to come. Apparently, the owner of the truck had mentioned that there was a cooling system issue and now it was rearing its ugly head. Jeff released the pressure on the radiator cap and "Old Faithful” erupted. We watched in horror as over four gallons of coolant gushed from the vehicle. After things cooled down a bit, we contributed all of our drinking water to the problem and limped to the next town where we topped off the coolant system.

We continued down the road, stopping every twenty minutes to add water to the cooling system. After our third stop, we realized this hay delivery was not going to happen. As we sat parked along the highway discussing our options, we noticed a cowboy training horses in a field adjacent to us. We hiked over and asked him if he was in the market for eight tons of good alfalfa horse hay. He took one look at our load and out came his checkbook. Our sixhour trip ended up taking ten, but we finally pulled into the ranch yard a few hours before dawn.

Jeremy Taylor - When the Wheels Come Off

For a full account of Jeremy's adventure, go to page 42 in the May/June 2013 issue of Eastmans' Bowhunting Journal.