Did you ever have a family member whose antics were guaranteed to liven up any holiday gathering? Someone whose particularly-skewed ideas of fun and amusement were the subject of dinner-table conversations for years to come?
I wouldn't be posting if I didn't have one. Truthfully, I had several, but the one that comes to mind is Clint.
In my family, "mudding" is a verb. As in, "Clint's gone mudding. Who's gonna pull him out this time?"
He wasn't the first member of my family to get addicted to this particularly-rural pastime. My uncle, Keith, was the one whose antics that most of us remember most vividly. My sister, when asked to describe, said it this way: "On every holiday, Keith would take the biggest vehicle he could find and go out to the bluff and sink that sucker up to the axles in mud, and then we'd all have to go pull him out."
Clint was the same way.