Favorite Scout stories

My first Scout story.

I never knew what they were, but I wanted a 4x4 and at 23 and poor a Scout being 1/2 the cost of a Bronco or blaser it was a deal. So I bought a '74 Scout in '84 for $1600.

Well not long after I got it my fiance and I took it to a friends property, we were down by the pond with a bunch of guys and someone said "lets see if it will spin all 4 tires". So into 4x4 hi it went, rev'ed the motor and dropped the clutch and....
Promptly sunk all 4 wheels up to the axles in mud. With no winch and nothing else able to get near the pond for a tow, we spent the better part of the day jacking it up and putting rocks and boards under the tires until she broke free of the mud.

I've still got the woman and the Scout, so it must have been a bonding experiance. :icon_wink:
 
greg r said:
weel yu ar the prezident of the fwb soseyeity.

So yur out with selma, an jerry sho's up?:yikes:

now whut?
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Where does one meet selma? Are movie stars just running down the road, thumbing for rides in scouts out there? :icon_up: what kind of crazy place is this?
 
greg r said:
weel yu ar the prezident of the fwb soseyeity.

So yur out with selma, an jerry sho's up?:yikes:

now whut?
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I imagine my face gets slapped sooner rather than later. Leave it to jerry to ruin a dream date.:icon_cry:

docg said:
where does one meet selma? Are movie stars just running down the road, thumbing for rides in scouts out there? :icon_up: what kind of crazy place is this?
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They should be doc. They should be.

Now for an anecdotal retelling that doesn't involve any celebrities, real or imagined.

Once again the time frame is circa 1980. I'm roughly 7 years old. Its deer season in sw oruhgawn and myself, my grandma and my grandpa are passengers in the red '72 Scout with Dad at the wheel. The hunting aspect was mostly a cover for a family drive in the forest, but we did have our eyes peeled for any really stupid bucks that might be contemplating suicide. At one point we encountered a dirt spur road heading downhill off the main gravel we were on. Dad wanted to explore it. Granny wasn't so sure it was a good idea, but gramps said it would be fine. "he's got 4x4." indeed he did, but his tires were, as I recall, more of an all weather tread and bore little resemblance to mud grips, which would have been handy for this particular road. It wasn't long before the ruts and water bars, coupled with the surprisingly slimy mud, got the best of the Scout. We were hung-chowed. Granny wasn't the "I told you so" type and mercifully held her tongue, knowing her son was in no mood for a motherly lecture just then. Dad and gramps hopped out to assess the situation and begin the task of getting us out of our sticky predicament. Granny and I stayed in the Scout and watched the men work. Finally after they'd managed to wedge some chunks of bark under the wheels, Dad came around to the driver window and told granny to slide over behind the wheel. He had her start the engine and shift into reverse. He then instructed her to give it some throttle when he gave the go ahead and not to stop until the rig was back on solid ground. Dad and gramps then positioned themselves at the front of the rig so that they could push against the hood. I could tell granny was nervous about the the task she'd been given. After a few tense moments, Dad gave the signal. Granny eased into the throttle and the tires found enough traction on the bark chunks to generate some rearward momentum and the rig was suddenly underway. Dad knew the bark was about to run out and urged granny to add more coal to the fire. Granny dropped the hammer like she was shirley muldowney at a green light. Instantly the front tires shot out twin rooster tails of liquified gumbo on Dad and gramps, covering them from head to toe. Granny piloted the formerly stuck binder back up the mud road in reverse as if she'd driven that way her entire life, stopping only once we were safely on the gravel surface. A few minutes later, the two mud covered gentlemen came trudging up the road to join us. "oh dear!" said granny with a gasp. We couldn't help laughing as they came closer. "I'm so sorry you guys." Dad told her not to worry about it. All that mattered is we were out of the jamb he'd gotten us into against her advice. He complimented her on the fancy driving and then said it was time to head home and get cleaned up.
 
Back in '79 I was working at a gas station in montecito, CA (santa barbara). This guy came in for gas in his Scout 80 / 800 (I couldn't tell the difference then) and had the liftgate up. As I was walking by I noticed he had 2 large dogs with him and I noticed the dog tags looked familiar. I'm from mendocino county and I noticed that both the dogs had rabies tags from mendocino county. So while I was talking to the Scout driver I realized he was tab hunter. You meet the nicest people in a Scout. Danny
 
Danny phillips said:
back in '79 I was working at a gas station in montecito, CA (santa barbara). This guy came in for gas in his Scout 80 / 800 (I couldn't tell the difference then) and had the liftgate up. As I was walking by I noticed he had 2 large dogs with him and I noticed the dog tags looked familiar. I'm from mendocino county and I noticed that both the dogs had rabies tags from mendocino county. So while I was talking to the Scout driver I realized he was tab hunter. You meet the nicest people in a Scout. Danny
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Tab? The actor. So you guys do have movie stars just floating all over down there. I knew it.
 
docg said:
scoutboy I would like to hear the story about driving salma hayek in your Scout. I have always been curios about that. :shocked:
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I have found scoutboy74 to be a gentle, concerned and dedicated Scout lover. His front driveshaft has some issues, but he is willing to go the extra miles to keep me unchained. Watch for ice on the pavement...salma
 
salmahayekfwb said:
I have found scoutboy74 to be a gentle, concerned and dedicated Scout lover. His front driveshaft has some issues, but he is willing to go the extra miles to keep me unchained. Watch for ice on the pavement...salma
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Salma! How nice of your to join us! Such a selfless first post too, extolling the virtues of a scallywag such as scoutboy! But really your first post should be in the new members check in.:yesnod:

and don't worry, we wont tell him you told us about his little "drive shaft" problem! :yikes:
 
Selma? Seriously doc? Selma! I've dated a few latin, spanish, and mexican ladies. And none of them hold a flame to selma.

Ohh back on topic.

Ever seen a topless terra driven by a 4ft 9in latina with jet black hair and eyes?

Not for long you havent cause the ding bat put it into a ditch at 45 and ramped the bar put like she was in a SSII.

Got a place called rollercoaster road here. Basically its where the farmers ran their terraces across the road. Not a good place to teach a ditz to drive a standard.

I figure hey. Its a Scout. Dump the clutch in 1st or 2nd and you'll still find it hard to kill the bugger. So I take her down rollercoaster road. She shifts smooth all the way to 4th and then mashes it to the floor. Need for speed I suppose. Hit a terrace at 55. Caught air. Came down sideways. And the dingy bird ramped the barpit. No top on. If we would have rolled we would have both died a moronic and laughable death.

Luckily we didnt. Little genius in the driver seat is giggling her head off. Grown woman of 22 has a death wish I guess.

Probably the only time ive felt like a Scout has been pushed a hair to far
 
salmahayekfwb said:
I have found scoutboy74 to be a gentle, concerned and dedicated Scout lover. His front driveshaft has some issues, but he is willing to go the extra miles to keep me unchained. Watch for ice on the pavement...salma
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Sweety, its nice of you to chime in with such kind words, however I must insist that any further discussion of my driveshaft, u-joints and any possible failings of the aforementioned parts be kept betwixt ourselves, m-kay sugar bottom? Really, it can happen to anyone.
 
scoutboy74 said:
sweety, its nice of you to chime in with such kind words, however I must insist that any further discussion of my driveshaft, u-joints and any possible failings of the aforementioned parts be kept betwixt ourselves, m-kay sugar bottom? Really, it can happen to anyone.
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I'm smart enough to know that anything almost 40 years old has its issues...and its salma...
 
salmahayekfwb said:
I'm smart enough to know that anything almost 40 years old has its issues...and its salma...
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Heard theres a topical remedy to fix that driveshaft issue. I do apologize salma. My spelling isnt what it used to be. Hard to type when you're rolling around laughing
 
scoutboy74 said:
sweety, its nice of you to chime in with such kind words, however I must insist that any further discussion of my driveshaft, u-joints and any possible failings of the aforementioned parts be kept betwixt ourselves, m-kay sugar bottom? Really, it can happen to anyone.
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ihrunner said:
heard theres a topical remedy to fix that driveshaft issue. I do apologize salma. My spelling isnt what it used to be. Hard to type when you're rolling around laughing
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Topical would be a quart of sailor jerry applied by brother choouie (sp? Sorry)
 
scoutboy74 said:
ihrunner I have a suggestion for you to consider. Please see the minor alteration in red and let me know what you think.
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That's where I went too! Speaking of topics (topical creams, what ever)... Does anyone have anymore Scout stories? And I don't mean the little girl from the novel.

(sorry pineneedle, I know I am not supposed to start a sentence with the word, "and")
 
scoutboy74 said:
ihrunner I have a suggestion for you to consider. Please see the minor alteration in red and let me know what you think.
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You know it would make the story much better. And it would explain the wreck. But I grew up with the charlton heston sense of privacy. Those juicy stories are reserved for the chevelle and the back of the terra.

Shame on you for posting that in front of a celeberity. :icon_rolleyes:
 
Well you guys have plenty of favorite Scout stories but for me I guess the Scout in my story a 73 has been in my life since I was born considering it has brought me and my brother and sister all home from the hospital when we were born.well this story took place when I was in 6th grade so I was probaly around 12. We lived in this house that was right by these fields and just countless dirt trails and oaks that were my playground when I was a kid.their was always a constant raceing of 4x4s by our house day and night and about 200 yards up from our house was this pond that drained out the other side and created this massive mud hole with thick nasty mud that I couldnt imagine walking through yet driveing through.this hole clamied many 4x4s I never saw one make it through and I was always playing at that pond. So the people would always walk down to our house seeing that we had our Scout and ask if we could pull them out which my Dad did and they would always promise my Dad they would bring back some beer to repay him. So one day I think Dad might have one or two many beers so he asked me if we should try going through the hole. I didint say anything he filled the blank in for me. So we fired up the old Scout no modifications were on it at all just some 31 mud terrains on a old International but I guess that was all we needed that day we made it through the hole not saying it was easy seemed like we barley crawled through that thick mud but the worst part was we had to get up the hill climb next I also thought we would be unsucsesful with that but agin I was proved wrong.I would never ever attempt either of those obstacles now that I drive our two scouts even knowing we made it through. To this day I still tell my Dad hes crazy and he laughs and just says "its a Scout!!!" I need to copy right that statment and start selling stickers lol
 
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