I remembered to take more photos yesterday, so I hope they help to show what I'm up against with cleaning out this gully so I can build a pond dam across it. The first thing I did yesterday morning was to take some shots of my progress to this point. The first few photos show the base of the gully has been widened and clay filled in to give me a solid work surface. This was previously 2' deep in silt and another 1' of soft clay. I had to remove all of that and then add clay so I could drive in/out of the gully with a full bucket. Luckily, if you look at the sides of the gully, you can see red clay. By widening the gully, I was able to use the material from the sides to fill the bottom successfully.
The third picture shows where this method finally played out. The silt was so thick and the water coming in so fast that I could not get a firm footing. Even digging out silt with my backhoe didn't work because the ground was wet so far down that I would probably have needed to remove over 4' deep to get to dry soil.
pacerron said:
Have you ever tried leaving your filled/partially filled bucket on the ground when backing out with just a slight forward tilt so the back of the bucket won't dig in, but your load won't fall out?
Yep, Ron, I tried keeping my bucket level, pushing down with it, half filling it, quarter filling it, cajoling, begging, praying, and cussin', but nothing worked.:confused2: I had to be able to dig below my solid surface and curl up. When I would do that, the wheels would just sink. Even when the surface seemed solid, the wheels went south. After all, I had just dug a trench 60' long by removing the same kind of muck, but when it started seeping water like this, it just could not be conquered. At that point, what I needed was a excavator that could rotate 180 degrees and put loads of wet silt into a dump trailer. Unfortunately, my backhoe only rotates to 90 degrees each way. All I could do is place the silt on the bank as in the final picture. That's what caused the great mudslide.
I think these photos tell the story. Sigh!. . . .
