Boondox
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- Joined
- Apr 6, 2000
- Messages
- 3,871
- Location
- Craftsbury Common, Vermont
- Tractor
- Deere 4044R cab, Kubota KX-121-3S
Now that the Wife let me have that L3010 with FEL, rear blade and finish mower, my chance of getting another implement within three years is slim to none. So I have at least that long to figure out the best way of removing the stumps of trees I've sacrificed to the great god Woodstove.
I suppose I ought to just start saving now for a backhoe, but I can't help but remember how a friend handled the problem. Gunnery Sgt Talaveras, recently retired at the time, had 40 acres in Jacksonville NC, 10 of which he had cleared of pines so he had some open ground for his horses. This is not to say the land was clear, however, since there were a couple hundred stumps sticking out of the ground. Mrs Gunny would not let her husband buy a tractor, so he had to find other means of rendering forest unto meadow.
Now Gunny T had been a demolition expert, so he had some innovative thoughts when it came to moving unwanted objects. I was a volunteer on the local rescue squad at the time. One spring morning a low rumble shook the entire town. A few minutes later a huge dust cloud rose in the general direction of the Gunny's property. We jumped in the ambulance and raced out there accompanied by the local fire dept, sheriff, military police, explosive ordnance disposal, and every other person with a light of some type on his or her car.
We got there to find the Gunny sipping a beer on his front porch. Behind him was 10 acres of uprooted stumps, the holes still smoking. When asked what had happened, the Gunny put on this wide-eyed look of utter amazement and declared, "I was just sittin here pullin on a brewski when all of a sudden the whole god#@*! world blew up!"
Semper Fi
Pete
I suppose I ought to just start saving now for a backhoe, but I can't help but remember how a friend handled the problem. Gunnery Sgt Talaveras, recently retired at the time, had 40 acres in Jacksonville NC, 10 of which he had cleared of pines so he had some open ground for his horses. This is not to say the land was clear, however, since there were a couple hundred stumps sticking out of the ground. Mrs Gunny would not let her husband buy a tractor, so he had to find other means of rendering forest unto meadow.
Now Gunny T had been a demolition expert, so he had some innovative thoughts when it came to moving unwanted objects. I was a volunteer on the local rescue squad at the time. One spring morning a low rumble shook the entire town. A few minutes later a huge dust cloud rose in the general direction of the Gunny's property. We jumped in the ambulance and raced out there accompanied by the local fire dept, sheriff, military police, explosive ordnance disposal, and every other person with a light of some type on his or her car.
We got there to find the Gunny sipping a beer on his front porch. Behind him was 10 acres of uprooted stumps, the holes still smoking. When asked what had happened, the Gunny put on this wide-eyed look of utter amazement and declared, "I was just sittin here pullin on a brewski when all of a sudden the whole god#@*! world blew up!"
Semper Fi
Pete
