The year we sold our place the kid milking cows for us had some friends that wanted to come play in the mud. One was doing OK, the other had a dakota with highway tires and kept it in low gear because someone told him that letting the auto out of first would burn it up. I backed in from the other side and pulled him out. Twice.
Had an old gravel pit that we tore up over the winter loading silage out of piles with the backhoe. I tend to try to stay out of the mud but that night it was just too tempting.
I graduated in 99 and all the kids who were going to make the big money went to vo-tech for tool and die (don't ask them how that worked out for them) and bought shortbox Chevies and Toyotas, if you put tall wide tires on them they'd all but float. Eventually they outgrew that phase, after most of them burnt up a few transmissions, and a complete powertrain got dropped on the ground when a crossmember was snagged on the end of a culvert.