Diesel H-e-double toothpicks!!

Klint went hunting at our spot on the mountain Friday night. He had a big delivery to make so he came home in the delivery truck ( the dreaded diesel). He had to take it up the mountain to go hunting. You buy the tag you do the time. (archery hunt) He woke up to a chilly cedar mtn. morning and had decided that he needed to come down from the mtn. instead of hunt. My mother is having water heater problems and he wanted to come down early to fix it. Diesels being the finnicky vixens that they are the truck did not want to start. 3 hours later After numerous tries, he even tried to push the truck into the sun and out of the icey shade, No luck he finally got on the 4 wheeler to go call and see if he could get some advise from other diesel owners. Alas advice in hand he went back to camp renenwed with hope that he might be able to get to St.George to fix a water heater. It is currently high noon and I am sure the temperature is rising as is Klint's frustration. He has yet to call and say he is on his way. Blasted gelled fuel diesel.