Stinky_Hooker
God
So a few weeks ago when we had the monsoons over a week period of time I had to make a run to work one evening to drop something off. I had my two little girls with me cause mom was working. On the way back I decide to ease through a field to see if I could show them some deer. We did and got about 3/4 mile from the pavement when I went to turn around and you guessed it, sunk. Well I made a call Colbie to bring his big HD Chevy cause it was the only truck I knew of that I thought might pull me out.Well he came and by this time its pooring rain, we get soaked and he cant budge it. I had him drop me back off at work to get the small tractor and he also dropped my kids off back home. I drive 2 miles in the dark and rain back to the truck and have my dad come meet me with a a shovel, jack and some boards. I go back to the truck digging and pulling and it wont budge. I really didnt want to leave it overnight but had no choice. So I took the tractor back and we went home to regroup and get some sleep. The next morning we go up to the school thats being built by my house and borrow a loader from a friend doing the site work.
now we are cooking!
Or so we thought. Only the first two speeds work on this thing so I follow dad for the return 6 mile trip looking at this for over an hour:
We get to the truck about 4 days later and pull it out.
Well on the way back out dad notices its bad low on hydraulic fluid so we leave it at the corner store and drive both trucks home. I really had to get to work so he and my brother in law dealt with that. I get a call a few hours later from dad and hes got it all taken care of but he just took it to the house for now and we will run it back to the school later.
I hang up knowing thats not good because every time we have had a piece of heavy equipment at the house dad decides something needs to be worked on and "fixed" in our yard. This usually leads to a weekend of tomfoolery like the above mentioned story.
I walk back outside MAYBE 5 minutes later to see this:
So an ensuing conversation begins between me and dad about how perpetually screwed we are. After some deliberation we make the decision that is obvious to any duo of rednecks that are in this predicament and decide:
"well, I guess we need to ride up to the school and see if the backhoe is up there!"
I finally arrived and called my sister that lives next door to come pick me up. I get home and listen to the drum of a diesel and hydraulic movements for probably a good 2 hours from inside the house. This is not because a 15000lb piece of equipment will not close up a 30x30' area of earth in that amount of time but because dad keep digging, covering, digging, covering, repeat. He cant leave well enough alone as I think I have clearly shown without me having to go into detail and explain specifics.
I finally go outside and tell him its fine its too wet, let it dry out. He responds: "Im turning the dirt drying it out".
Right dad, thats gonna work in hours and not days.
I decide I should run to Lowes for another 4x4 post and repair the patio so that when all the others are broken Ill at least have a chance of avoiding a catastrophic failure. I once again on the ride ponder my life and how I wish it could have been longer believing fully I was in my final hours.
After getting the post I pull up into the driveway just in time to see the rear shovel on the backhoe coming out of the ground and notice a huge flash as it cuts through the underground feed powering my shop.
...................
So I check the situation out and luckily it was an old feed that no longer powered the shop but was still hot. I was happy to find it and cut it off and it not be the main feed. I guess if you are looking for a happy point in all this, there's that.
I reluctantly asked him to slightly life the post patio roof and let me get the post in. He did and surprisingly all went well. After all was said and done the rest went pretty smooth. I finished it a few days later with a small box blade.
I demanded we take the backhoe back and he reluctantly agreed.
I slept good that night and I guess the moral of the story is Im glad dad keeps a set of John Deere keys.
now we are cooking!
Or so we thought. Only the first two speeds work on this thing so I follow dad for the return 6 mile trip looking at this for over an hour:
We get to the truck about 4 days later and pull it out.
Well on the way back out dad notices its bad low on hydraulic fluid so we leave it at the corner store and drive both trucks home. I really had to get to work so he and my brother in law dealt with that. I get a call a few hours later from dad and hes got it all taken care of but he just took it to the house for now and we will run it back to the school later.
I hang up knowing thats not good because every time we have had a piece of heavy equipment at the house dad decides something needs to be worked on and "fixed" in our yard. This usually leads to a weekend of tomfoolery like the above mentioned story.
I walk back outside MAYBE 5 minutes later to see this:
So an ensuing conversation begins between me and dad about how perpetually screwed we are. After some deliberation we make the decision that is obvious to any duo of rednecks that are in this predicament and decide:
"well, I guess we need to ride up to the school and see if the backhoe is up there!"
I finally arrived and called my sister that lives next door to come pick me up. I get home and listen to the drum of a diesel and hydraulic movements for probably a good 2 hours from inside the house. This is not because a 15000lb piece of equipment will not close up a 30x30' area of earth in that amount of time but because dad keep digging, covering, digging, covering, repeat. He cant leave well enough alone as I think I have clearly shown without me having to go into detail and explain specifics.
I finally go outside and tell him its fine its too wet, let it dry out. He responds: "Im turning the dirt drying it out".
Right dad, thats gonna work in hours and not days.
I decide I should run to Lowes for another 4x4 post and repair the patio so that when all the others are broken Ill at least have a chance of avoiding a catastrophic failure. I once again on the ride ponder my life and how I wish it could have been longer believing fully I was in my final hours.
After getting the post I pull up into the driveway just in time to see the rear shovel on the backhoe coming out of the ground and notice a huge flash as it cuts through the underground feed powering my shop.
...................
So I check the situation out and luckily it was an old feed that no longer powered the shop but was still hot. I was happy to find it and cut it off and it not be the main feed. I guess if you are looking for a happy point in all this, there's that.
I reluctantly asked him to slightly life the post patio roof and let me get the post in. He did and surprisingly all went well. After all was said and done the rest went pretty smooth. I finished it a few days later with a small box blade.
I demanded we take the backhoe back and he reluctantly agreed.
I slept good that night and I guess the moral of the story is Im glad dad keeps a set of John Deere keys.
