Relaxing in the Country - Right?

Prior to our honeymoon, David and I went to Dad's property out in Winnesboro, TX to hang out while we waited for our flight out. We had a good time, doing basically nothing. We fished a little, set off some firecrackers, and just were thankful the wedding was over.

That fish in the picture did set off our one adventure - it was the night before we headed back to Dallas to catch our flight to Tahiti, and we decided to go fishing at a neighbors'. After a long stretch of nothing happening (as it always does with fishing) I managed to catch a catfish. However, due to their tough mouths, we couldn't get the hook off. Bored, I went home to start dinner, and David put the catfish, still on the hook, back in the water to go get some pliers. A while later I am cooking on the grill, and here comes David, sans the truck. Turns out he managed to back the truck into a huge ditch. I went down the road, and there is was, resting on it's axle, while the tire hung off into space. By now it is pitch black, and we're in the middle of nowhere. So, we start walking down the road, in an attempt to get help. I decide to head over to the one neighbor I have met. As we started getting closer to their house, suddenly a pair of eyes is shining out of the darkness, attached to a shaggy dog-body. As they silently studied us, I instantly convinced myself that we weren't going to get out of this alive, imagining newspaper headlines like: "Tragedy: Newlyweds Devoured by Wolves." Thus, we made our first joint decision, and decided to get the heck out of there. After a harrowing walk home, we got on the phone ("Daddy!") and finally found someone to pull us out of the ditch. Grateful we had a way to get back to Dallas to catch our plane, we went back to the property and had a nice, uneventful rest of the evening.