Couple of quarry stories.
I was operating the Lorain TL20 digging shot rock from the muck pile. It was cold and there was a huge clay pocket that was above about 20-25 feet. I dug out from under it the best I could but it just hung there. Finally, I put the bucket teeth under it and lifted up on it until the tracks were off the ground several feet on the back of the machine. All of a sudden the machine jerked around and the tracks hit the ground. I couldn't figure out what happened, thought maybe the cable had broke. Then I saw this blur to my right and a hunk of clay the size of a kitchen table lit a foot away on the cable drums. When the piece broke loose at the top it flew over the point sheaves on the top of the boom, like a fulcrum, and just missed me. It took over an hour with sledge hammers and bars to break that piece of clay up enough to get it out of the way. Two feet to the left and it would have landed in my lap......
DonSSD's post above brought this to my memory. Rick and Reed Kuhlman were working for their Dad many years ago and were moving equipment. Reed was the younger of the 2 and owns Tri-State Raceway. Rick was running escort and Reed was driving the lowboy with the equipment. They were stopped by the DOT and the officer asked Rick for his drivers license. Rick was 16 at the time so no problem. Then the officer went back to Reed and asked him for his license. Reed says, I don't have one. The officer then asked for some form of ID, so Reed gave him HIS BOY SCOUT CARD,,,, he was only 14 true story.....
