Well, today went great. I started building a corral out of green black locust timbers. They are damn heavy, and they didn't want to get planted squarely, so I built a timber wrench out of heavy wall 4" sq. tube. It hangs on the post and you give it a tug with the excavator. Got most of it in, but had to give up, waiting on locating some underground utilities.
I got a call this morning for some compost, so I meet the guy after work to check out the delivery. Everything looked good, so I go home, get the farms silage truck out and load up about ten yards of wet compost. I get to the delivery site, and just as I am backing into the dump spot, I find a hidden mud hole, the truck gets buried up to the axle, then I see smoke coming out from under the truck, try to dump, but the hose blows, spraying oil all over the fire.
I dump a jug of water on the fire, and it settles down to a nice glowing pile of embers.:what: It only took about an hour to shovel the 92 million pounds of compost off so that their tractor could push me out. All in all, I consider it a smashing success. Normally, with my luck, the truck would have burnt to a crisp, probably 900 miles from home, the haz-mat team would have shown up and hauled 8,000 yards of dirt away, the home owner would have a team of lawyers sueing me, and the guy wouldn't have paid me for the compost.