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more pics of equipment stuck!
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cart'n'stones
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This Thread sure show's we are all only human and this can happen to the best of them!
monster truck
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Heres a pretty good stuck with a little story behind it.
I was the full time operator of this D-9L and had been pushing on this particular cut and carry operation for about two weeks with no problems. Then one fine day the grader man didnt show up and I got bumped up to the grader seat. I was happy to be back in the grader cab flyin down the haul road turning potholes into dust and pretty happy to see that my dozer was getting to rest under a nice shade tree as well (she deserved it).
But then about lunch time all the fun would come to an end when the powers that be had decided that my dozer just couldnt sit any longer. Sooo, old man Jim (the guy in the green shirt), who normaly ran the D-8 keeping the scraper cut in shape, got told that he would take over the sticks in my dozer until the grader man came back.
As we ate our lunch I warned old man Jim (the guy in the green shirt) that it was really soft at the end of the push and that it was best to bridge your way over it. But old man Jim (the guy in the green shirt) had been running equipment since before there was equipment and he wasnt about to take advise from some punk kid. He politely informed me, as most old timers do, that he knew damn well what he was doing on a dozer and that it would be best for me to only open my mouth as much as I needed to finish my sandwich.
So I did as I was told by the friendly senior citizen known as old man Jim (the guy in the green shirt) and went back to work on my road smoothin machine. I made one lap on the haul road waving at all the scraper hands and ADT drivers as they are always happy to see the blade running down thier little trail, and when I get back to the dozer cut I see my baby (Bertha as she was known by most) sunk to the floor boards in the exact spot that I had warned old man Jim (the guy in the green shirt) about!
Now when I am assigned a machine I see it as MINE and treat it as such, so I was slightly irritated at the sight of MY baby buried to the cab in a mud hole. I got out of my pothole killin machine and went over to asses the situation. I arrive to old man Jim (the guy in the green shirt) calmly telling me that if I say one word he would render me unable to speak again. I was followed shortly after by our very understanding foreman who thought it best to scream and yell until smoke started spewing from his ears, then point at me and say "it's your dozer, you f%#king deal with it."
Needless to say, when the biggest machine on the job gets stuck your not going to have an easy time pulling it out, especially with the suction that this mud had. After some digging with the john deere 892 and the rigging of many cables and chains I turned loose the full horsepower of one D-8K, three 30 ton ADTs, one 980C loader, one 892 excavator and of course Bertha herself helped in the fight. With many pops and groans of steal and more black smoke than you have ever seen Bertha finally started to creep forward until she was under her own power again.
After much celebration I sent the various vehichles back to thier assigned duties and let the bossman know that we were back in business. I then got back to my road fixen ways and proceeded on with my day. After a couple hours I ventured back up to the dozer cut to check on things and make sure that all machines were above ground. To my suprise I arrived to see that Bertha was nowhere in sight! Using some indian tracking skills that have been handed down through the family I managed to follow the muddy cleat prints all the way back to the shop, about a half mile away. When I get to the shop I was really happy to find that my baby was being allowed to take a nap.... on the wash rack while old man Jim (the guy in the green shirt) was shoveling out her tracks!
I finished the rest of my day with a smile on my face, maybe the bossman isnt so bad after all...
I was the full time operator of this D-9L and had been pushing on this particular cut and carry operation for about two weeks with no problems. Then one fine day the grader man didnt show up and I got bumped up to the grader seat. I was happy to be back in the grader cab flyin down the haul road turning potholes into dust and pretty happy to see that my dozer was getting to rest under a nice shade tree as well (she deserved it).
But then about lunch time all the fun would come to an end when the powers that be had decided that my dozer just couldnt sit any longer. Sooo, old man Jim (the guy in the green shirt), who normaly ran the D-8 keeping the scraper cut in shape, got told that he would take over the sticks in my dozer until the grader man came back.
As we ate our lunch I warned old man Jim (the guy in the green shirt) that it was really soft at the end of the push and that it was best to bridge your way over it. But old man Jim (the guy in the green shirt) had been running equipment since before there was equipment and he wasnt about to take advise from some punk kid. He politely informed me, as most old timers do, that he knew damn well what he was doing on a dozer and that it would be best for me to only open my mouth as much as I needed to finish my sandwich.
So I did as I was told by the friendly senior citizen known as old man Jim (the guy in the green shirt) and went back to work on my road smoothin machine. I made one lap on the haul road waving at all the scraper hands and ADT drivers as they are always happy to see the blade running down thier little trail, and when I get back to the dozer cut I see my baby (Bertha as she was known by most) sunk to the floor boards in the exact spot that I had warned old man Jim (the guy in the green shirt) about!
Now when I am assigned a machine I see it as MINE and treat it as such, so I was slightly irritated at the sight of MY baby buried to the cab in a mud hole. I got out of my pothole killin machine and went over to asses the situation. I arrive to old man Jim (the guy in the green shirt) calmly telling me that if I say one word he would render me unable to speak again. I was followed shortly after by our very understanding foreman who thought it best to scream and yell until smoke started spewing from his ears, then point at me and say "it's your dozer, you f%#king deal with it."
Needless to say, when the biggest machine on the job gets stuck your not going to have an easy time pulling it out, especially with the suction that this mud had. After some digging with the john deere 892 and the rigging of many cables and chains I turned loose the full horsepower of one D-8K, three 30 ton ADTs, one 980C loader, one 892 excavator and of course Bertha herself helped in the fight. With many pops and groans of steal and more black smoke than you have ever seen Bertha finally started to creep forward until she was under her own power again.
After much celebration I sent the various vehichles back to thier assigned duties and let the bossman know that we were back in business. I then got back to my road fixen ways and proceeded on with my day. After a couple hours I ventured back up to the dozer cut to check on things and make sure that all machines were above ground. To my suprise I arrived to see that Bertha was nowhere in sight! Using some indian tracking skills that have been handed down through the family I managed to follow the muddy cleat prints all the way back to the shop, about a half mile away. When I get to the shop I was really happy to find that my baby was being allowed to take a nap.... on the wash rack while old man Jim (the guy in the green shirt) was shoveling out her tracks!
I finished the rest of my day with a smile on my face, maybe the bossman isnt so bad after all...
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prenn1984@gmail
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Awesome story monster truck!
Madmark73
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Madmark73
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monster truck
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Yep, just goes to show you that your never too good to learn or take advise from someone. He spent the rest of that day and all of the next cleaning that dozer, it was looking pretty good by the time I got it back a couple days later.
JimBruce42
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hmm... note to self when I get old, don't wear a green shirt.
Great story Monster Truck:drinkup
Great story Monster Truck:drinkup
Hendrik
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So is that you with orange singlet, crying because your little baby is stuck in the mud
Or where you taking pics to hang in the smoko room
monster truck
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No im the one taking the picture, the guy in the orange shirt was the loader operator on the site.
Orange shirt good... green shirt bad
Orange shirt good... green shirt bad
Madmark73
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Cat Stuck...
Here is a Cat in some serious trouble...Squashed...
Moderator Edit - Picture removed, not really what HEF is about.
Here is a Cat in some serious trouble...Squashed...
Moderator Edit - Picture removed, not really what HEF is about.
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AtlasRob
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LMFAO, Brilliant, love it. :beerchug
I'll second that Jim, especially with camera phones, one slipup and your a you tube hit before you get home.
I'll try and remember that :cool2
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I haven't gone through the whole thread, but does a 200 foot tall Marion Power Shovel laying over on its side count as being stuck??? This happened in my hometown in the mid 80's at Peabody Coal Company's Gibraltar Surface Mine.
This is a Marion 5761-M Shovel. Scrapped on the spot. It was deadheading to a new pit and walked up onto some "mats" that were placed over a muddy area. Well, as it walked onto the mats, the weight shifted and it took 20 minutes to fall over. The last photo is a picture of the shovel walking prior to falling over on that same haul road.
This is a Marion 5761-M Shovel. Scrapped on the spot. It was deadheading to a new pit and walked up onto some "mats" that were placed over a muddy area. Well, as it walked onto the mats, the weight shifted and it took 20 minutes to fall over. The last photo is a picture of the shovel walking prior to falling over on that same haul road.
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Ouch. Scrapped on the spot, what a bummer. That unit does look pretty top heavy.
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It is top heavy. With an overall height of over 160 feet, a boom length around 210 feet, it was large for a 5761.
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trainwreck
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i bet that was one hell of a ride.
I bet somebody had a lot of explaining to do about why they did not make the road wider and mores stable. Looks like they didn't think it through all the way. That machine is around 4,000 tons or so if I remember right. Takes a pretty good road to hold it all up.
doobie
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this thread is great! thanks for the pics!