Boondox
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- Joined
- Apr 6, 2000
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- Craftsbury Common, Vermont
- Tractor
- Deere 4044R cab, Kubota KX-121-3S
I was out cleaning up the little B1750 so it would look pretty when I tried to sell it when the Wife yelled from the house to come quick. She flushed, the main drain in the basement gushed! Oh, shoot!
A couple of years ago on Thanksgiving Day Wife and I spent an afternoon digging thru the snow trying to find the unmarked and long-buried septic tank. Our tenant at the time, a social parasite if there ever was one, was having similar problems. Eventually we found a broken metal pipe sticking up at a funky angle...below that was a 6" diameter hole leading WAY down to a fluid level. About 18 inches below the broken ends, however, was another pipe coming in from the direction of the house. I had a snake, but had to go belly down in the muck before I could feed it into the hole. Five minutes work, and it cleared the plug of soap scum, grease, cigarettes and the parasite's tampons. Yuck!
The experience was so traumatic I put a plastic barrel over the site and fenced it out to keep the dogs away...then walked away and hoped for the best. Unfortunately, the worst always seems to happen in terrible weather! 35 degrees today with 40 knot winds pelting us with pine cones and birch branches. And under that plastic barrel was the most disgusting mucky malodorous mess I've ever seen. Gag!!! /w3tcompact/icons/crazy.gif
Nothing for it but to lay down in the muck and run the snake up the pipe again while the Wife vomited and the puppy tried to get something really nasty to chew on. Got it running again, but all I could think about was how nice it would be to get a backhoe for that new 3010 arriving next week. And while I'm laying there in pure stench clinging to that wonderful thought, Wife smacks me on the head and tells me "Don't even THINK about asking for a backhoe!"
Darn. So close, yet so far away!
Pete
A couple of years ago on Thanksgiving Day Wife and I spent an afternoon digging thru the snow trying to find the unmarked and long-buried septic tank. Our tenant at the time, a social parasite if there ever was one, was having similar problems. Eventually we found a broken metal pipe sticking up at a funky angle...below that was a 6" diameter hole leading WAY down to a fluid level. About 18 inches below the broken ends, however, was another pipe coming in from the direction of the house. I had a snake, but had to go belly down in the muck before I could feed it into the hole. Five minutes work, and it cleared the plug of soap scum, grease, cigarettes and the parasite's tampons. Yuck!
The experience was so traumatic I put a plastic barrel over the site and fenced it out to keep the dogs away...then walked away and hoped for the best. Unfortunately, the worst always seems to happen in terrible weather! 35 degrees today with 40 knot winds pelting us with pine cones and birch branches. And under that plastic barrel was the most disgusting mucky malodorous mess I've ever seen. Gag!!! /w3tcompact/icons/crazy.gif
Nothing for it but to lay down in the muck and run the snake up the pipe again while the Wife vomited and the puppy tried to get something really nasty to chew on. Got it running again, but all I could think about was how nice it would be to get a backhoe for that new 3010 arriving next week. And while I'm laying there in pure stench clinging to that wonderful thought, Wife smacks me on the head and tells me "Don't even THINK about asking for a backhoe!"
Darn. So close, yet so far away!
Pete