Joel, thanks for reminding me. It's easy to get cocky with the power and ease of that machine. I'm extremely careful with those huge stones, and operate the hoe deliberately. I went over once in the Jinma - it is exceptionally frightening, and there was no warning.
Here in the Adirondacks, everyone wants to get rid of rocks. Those "fortunate" enough to build on the waterfront would have cursed their presence moreso than I.
Yesterday I went exploring in a low field by one of my creeks and struck a gravel deposit at 4', below the clay loam layer, in my first test pit. I knew there was some down there. Here in the land of clay, gravel is like gold, and I need a bunch for my road resurrections. Looks like a (yummy) trout pond in the making, because there's plenty of groundwater, but it'll take an excavator to do it efficiently. I'll have to call my buddy and have him "go like ****" as he puts it.
"Will trade rocks for diesel"