Many years ago I offered to help out the stone mason my brother had worked for when my brother lit out for SF. This old German could lay up the most beautiful stone chimney that you ever laid eyes on be it one, two, three stories, etc.
Anyway, we would go to his "rock field" where he would pick out a certain colored and/or textured boulder that would maybe fill a pickup bed but certainly crush it. He would call for a certain weight sledge which I would retrieve for him. He could "read" the grain of most any boulder and with a few blows, get a crack started. Maybe with a wedge, maybe not, he would break down a boulder slowly but shourly until he had the pickup bed full with the pieces that he desired and away we would go.
He was friends with my dad. Every now and then they would be in the "gin mill" where this guy (and he was in his sixties) would drink everyone under the table with shots yet be up bright and early the next day. What a character!