Capital Forest, just days before the area closes for the Winter, we punched out of the trail and right into this deceiving little mud hole.  I quickly pulled out my camera just in time to see Tom catch a rut.

Tom's DR 350 washed out, face planting him into the mud.  I kindly asked him to stay put while I get the next shot, but he had other thoughts on his mind as he came flying out  as if being chased by sharks .

Soaking wet from head to toe, he gathered his nerve and went back into the cold, shark infested water and retrieved his bike like a man. What was funny to us was a chilling experience for our buddy Tom.