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Buttpucker Gulch (well, that's what I call it, since it is just up the main trail from Buttpucker Hill)
is more than Thelma Jane and I can handle, but I get my courage up once in a while and give it a try. I have been in there
three times, twice winching out forwards and once backing out under Thelma Jane's own power. Thelma Jane has a scratched
and dented tub corner and a mangled rear license plate holder from Buttpucker Gulch. Also, this last time, her right rear
fender flare got chewed up pretty good (looks like someone held a grinder up against it), and the left rocker guard got some
scratches. Oh, yeah, the right front spring fell out too last time, but that was no biggie... one of my
buds just stuck it back in there for me.
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