After hibernating for two years in the decrepid old barn, it was time to wake up big Ted and put him to work. The occaision to celebrate his waking was a large branch of an old elm tree that finally rotted away and fell. It was over a foot in diameter at the base that was still partially attached to the tree. With a fresh charge to the battery, some new gas in the tank and a thorough scrub to the doo-doo on the windshield, we were ready to tackle the tree...well the branch anyway! Backed up and chained onto it, after four or five mighty tugs from the beefy one ton the old branch finally let loose and followed behind to the north part of the acreage, with my two and three year olds in the cab cheering all the way (I had to hold on to them so they didn't smack the dash with their little faces!). We parked Ted and my little three year old ran into the house exclaiming to his mother "MOMMY, MOMMY, DADDY PULLED A TREE WITH THE TRUCK!" It was his first ride in the truck, and one that I hope he never forgets! Now that it's out in the open I can change all the fluids and prep it for some serious road time. What a great feeling to have a tuff truck again!