...Guys like this have become the rule, not the exception here in the last 3 years.
Add in the fact that anyone can go buy a side by side and now it is almost dangerous at some areas. Sand hollow is a good example.
As soon as the weather warms up we will get at least 1 trauma per week at the ER coming from sand hollow.
I agree, and it's becoming more and more of a problem. Last year when I was way up in the Wind Rivers on an old logging trail, I came across some old DB on a razor who had the nerve to tell me, "You don't belong on this trail". I had a few words in rebuttal...
...I am reminded that we all have to start our knowledge base somewhere. I give him credit for owning an 80 and leaving the pavement. My guess is he won’t make this particular mistake again.
I am reminded of how, at 16, I thought it quite possible to drive our camp’s M715 100 yds across a 4-5 ft deep lake. The bow wave was awesome and I was invincible, until I wasn’t

. I never made that particular mistake again either

.
This was a no harm, no foul situation and I'm sure he learned some valuable lessons...
But I think
@mingles and
@Cruzerman are seeing this properly. To be completely honest, I too laughed a bit when I watched the video, partly because of the varying levels of incompetence (with all parties involved I might say) were funny, but also because sometimes people laugh when they're uncomfortable... Just like mingles, I couldn't help but be reminded of another incompetent idiot I've observed over the years: ME! If all the stupid Sh*# I've done in my life, let alone behind the wheel, was filmed and posted on youtube, I would never leave my house. The good news is, like mingles is saying, most of us learn from our stupidity.
When I was 18, like a complete fool, I sunk my 73 Highboy up to frame in the foulest, smelliest mud on the banks of the Great Salt Lake, a hundred yards from dry ground. I was raised by a single mom. She suggested I call a tow truck, so I did. They laughed. A buddy of mine said he knew "a guy"... So this guy shows up in a beat-up K-5 Blazer sporting a full-on mullet, he's 3-sheets to the wind, stumbling around he pulls out a high lift jack and some thick boards, and slurring his words tells us to start gathering rocks...
So 10-years-later in the middle of nowhere southern Utah, 40+ miles from the highway, with an suv full of little kids and camping gear, while I was clearly still an idiot and hadn't learned my lesson completely because if I had I would have at least brought along a shovel (among other obvious shortcomings), at least I had some idea what to do...
And I LEARNED!!!
From then on I brought along a proper shovel AND a winch...