During my Freshman year in high school I worked part time as a mechanic for a water well drilling company owned by friends of our family. Within one week the oldest daughter was killed after rolling her Bronco and Jim, the owner died when his 74 J-10 went off a steep logging road. As Donna, his wife prepared to close the business she asked me if I was interested in Jim's J-truck, and if so, I could have it for hauling it off.
I got it to the ranch and removed the bed and cab with a plan to find donor parts from another J-10. I found a yellow donor and did the swap. Back then a 74 J-10 401, T-18, D20 with D44s was nothing special.
While I was away serving in the army my brother began driving it and it now sits at the bottom of Lake Como, Montana after slipping out of gear and going over the side at the deep end of the lake.
[Edit] Since it was my first very own-all-mine-FSJ, it became my go-to coyote hunting rig. Two guys, two rifles and my dog made for a tight fit in that cab. It got to the point where the moment the coyotes saw the yellow pickup stop on the road, they would run out to 500-600 yards to avoid getting shot. I had to switch up vehicles after that.