So the story here goes...
Our group was gonna hit Rocker Knocker on the way back to the trailers, had been an epic day for us.
Cherocar dooder, on bald 33 Thornbirds nonetheless, was in front of us with the hood open and his shirt off. Always a winning combo in the woods.
He had overheated the 4.0 beyond 3 Mile island range and popped a freeze plug out of the block. We donated cooler water in an effort to get it going. When it wouldn't crank, Cutler and I decided to send our group elsewhere. As I was cinching my harness, Cherodooder cranked it up, bounced the rev limiter and neutral dropped it.
The front end went airborne when it hit a 3' ledge, when the rear hit, away went the rear diff in its entirety. I sat there, mouth wide open like a slack jawed yokel. He hops out from underneath the rig holding the driveshaft above his head like the panties in 16 Candles.
We continued over towards Shipwreck and Radical Ravine to the car. He came dragging in about 30 minutes later.