|Oh, Mr. Brown Trout!! We got to stop meeting like this...scratch that. = )|
The "crane" was somebody's back that pulled me out as I hung on tightly...one foot at a time. I didn't want to lose sight of the spot where the boot was...it was under black water. When I reached down to pull it out, I still couldn't bring it up! There was no way that I was going to leave my Simms behind! I started scooping out the black mud until I could lift it out. Then a repeat on the other foot. Goodness, messes...I hate them. Bet you would have liked a picture of my black hands and nails...Sorry.
So, the end to this tale (and a true one it is) Never leave home for the river without your pocket shovel. = )