(This post provided by Boyd, including the photos, story and the BIG, FAT LIES about the wife's willingness to help!)
It happened it at 9:00 at night. I had spent two days getting the two fields ready to plant before the storm came in. The ground seemed dry, but wouldn't you know it! I found a muddy, wet section. Knowing that my wife was asleep and wasn't willing to help me anyway, since she hadn't called me in hours, I knew it was up to me to get myself out. The tractor could still move backwards and forwards, so I rocked it. Since I was attached not only to the seedbed maker, but also the harrows, I ended up driving over the top trying to get out. The harrows were buried in mud and required a separate tractor to come pull them out of the mud. I finally got everything straightened out, but there will be a hole in the field there for a season or two I just wish that I was married to a wife who loved me enough to come pull me out 
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