I guess maybe I’m bored again with the wife’s TV choice this evening and maybe my prior post about using (or maybe more accurately misusing) a single fork as a trencher for a small one off job was dangerously unclear so this is the whole story.
My father was still alive when the condensate drain in his air handler clogged. We unsuccessfully blew it out with an air compressor, water hose, and finally ran a snake up it from the outside end. The snake pulled out a bunch of roots and it started to become clear it was root infested, not just a couple, so we decided we’d have to find where it exited under the basement slab, dig it up, and reroute it.
Filled it up with the water hose and got a couple copper rods to find it. Turned out there were about 14 natural water veins running parallel to the pipe there so that was not extremely helpful. He thought he remembered where it was buried from decades ago when he built the house. But he was wrong… about 10 times. I can’t remember what I did yesterday much less 35 years ago so that’s all swell but I had dug about a dozen holes 24” deep with manual post hole diggers in a highly compacted gravel driveway before we miraculously found the pipe. Where I found it turned out to be past a blockage but that got me on the right vein with the copper rods so I traced it back to about a foot from the house (where it was more like 30” down) and dug it up AGAIN.
By this time I’m remembering when I bought my L pre-COVID I could have gotten the BH-77 for only $9K more. Too much back when I bought the tractor but if someone offered it to me for $9K right then, I would now have a BH-77.
Anyway, so I then dig out a big enough hole with a pick and shovel to work on the pipe but need a 40’ trench about 30” deep on one end, tapering to 0” as it runs toward the drop off at the edge of the gravel area.
I am not 22 anymore and I don’t make a living with my back these days, so all this hand digging has me about 2/3 toasted, digging in this stuff requires a pick for at least the first 12” and there’s a lot left go on this deal. My father was 86 at the time, his A/C was down until this is fixed, and it was stupid hot so we’re either finishing today or he’s staying at my place until it’s fixed. Translation: We’re fixing it today if I have to dig the trench with a soup spoon and my fingernails. (BTW, I’m extremely confident he agreed with that sentiment.)
He had an old homemade three tine 3 point ripper buried in the back of the shed we considered using. It’s so lightweight we were both concerned pulling hard with the L would just wad it into scrap. Thought about cutting off two of the tines, doubling the center one, and using the remaining one for bracing. Figured that would take most of the rest of the day just to dig it out and modify it so decided that was Plan B if Plan A failed. Also half considered taking a plow off the two bottom moldboard and plow with the remaining one but the trench was too deep for that to work.
Plan A was start by digging as much as possible sideways with the loader. Between running the boxblade at a steep tilt and the bucket hitting it sideways that worked well but it needed to be about 30” deep at the deepest point and we really didn’t want to dig a moat for a 1/2” PVC pipe.
So we tried the forks. Took one off. Put the remaining one near the center of the rack. Recognized this ain’t really what this was designed for so didn’t try to do it in one pass at 4mph with a rooster tail of dirt flying over the hood. Went slowly and carefully taking 2” to 3” slices at a time. Hit a big root or three. Try to pry them out. Some did and those that didn’t met an axe.
Slowly and carefully with a single fork then cleaning out with a narrow spade was kind of slow compared to a trencher or backhoe. We didn’t have a trencher or backhoe. Renting a trencher or backhoe, digging the three tine ripper out of the back of the shed and modifying it to something useable, manually digging with a pick and shovel; all were slower than going slowly with a fork. And this was a one off emergency job.
Got the trench dug, cut the pipe near the house, ran some water through it from a water hose to confirm no clog under the slab and that the ditch was sloped right the whole way (it wasn’t so did a little more digging), rerouted the pipe, and both of us were relieved he could stay in his own house that night. He suggested we backfill later since that would take a while. Told him it wouldn’t: he could pack it in if he wanted or just take a seat and watch. Carefully covered the pipe with dirt making sure to not get rocks up against it. After that no more of that manual labor stuff. Between the boxblade, bucket, and a pile of washed 3/4” we had for just such occasions it didn’t take long, partly because any going slow for Dad’s peace of mind was over by that point. Backfilled the trench, all the random holes, threw some gravel at it and dressed up the whole area with the boxblade and back dragging with bucket.
While I was doing the backfill my father was sitting taking a rest and was on the phone with somebody, but of course I couldn’t hear any of it.
My brother called me that night laughing about their conversation. He asked me if I remembered what I was doing while they were talking. Told him doing the gravel top dressing on the backfill. He said Dad told him the A/C was fixed and it was all good but his next project was going to be rebuilding the corner of the house. Brother asked him what was wrong with the corner of the house. He said, “Nothing yet but your brother just drove toward it about 10mph, slammed the bucket down 2” from the brick, picked up the boxblade, and reversed going 10mph in the other direction and I don’t think he ever really stopped. Fifth time I’ve watched him do it, I’ve told him to stop but he can’t hear me, and if he misses he’s going to take the whole corner off the house.” Brother said they agreed on two things: the house was never in any danger (they’ve both seen me operate/drive a lot of stuff for a lot of years); the Kubota might sort of resemble Dad’s 9N but they were VERY different machines.
Looked to see if I took any pictures that day but didn’t see any. Pretty sure that was summer 2021. I guess I was too much on task for pics.
Anyway that’s the full story of my only experience misusing a fork as a trenching tool. It’s not a trencher, but if I needed to do it again, I would (it actually worked a lot better than I thought it would). YMMV.