Rental store lesson
Our second day of operating
the two person post hole digger went a lot better.
The first day we were using
an 8 inch bit that the guy at the rental store told us was a 6 inch
bit. There is a HUGE difference. We will never even look at an 8 inch
bit again.
The big lesson here is to
take a tape measure to the rental store and make sure you get the 6
inch bit. We got the second half of our post holes done in a fraction
of the time with much less effort. I guess you might need the 8 inch
bit if you were using 6x6 inch posts.
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About us: Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
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Ahh, another memory from the homestead in Minnesota! We were fencing about seven acres, some meadow, some through woods, some in prickly ash and briar swamp... most of which the fence line was cleared by hand of course.
The corners were set, using mostly white oak posts (some of which still stand 35 years later) but the majority of the holes still were to be dug.
Dad finally relented, and rented a gas powered hole auger! But for just one day as he was the definition of tightwad..need I mention much of the wire for this fence was used wire we had to pull out of briars and rock piles on other somewhat abandoned farms?
The morning this roaring beast was to be used was the morning after graduation ceremonies and parties in the small mid west town. I was of driving age, and a friend of mine and I had attended a couple. Yes, first illicit hang over of my life and I had to act as though I was fine when faced with mom's hearty breakfast. Some of which ended up in the briars later. Nothing like trying to hang on to this bucking bronco of a gasoline powered auger while ones' head is pounding and the insides are churning!
Years later, dad chuckled as he knew I was hung over at the time. He thought it was pretty funny!