Not without a hell of a fight first though.
Rotten sumbitch, literally.
There is a rotten fence post in the middle of that slab of concrete.
As you can see, I found the drain pipe for the gutters the hard way.
Fucking rocks everywhere and some of them would give a full grown Russet Potato a complex so I had to use a pointed wrecking bar to pry and dig with.
I’ll deal with that shit after I get a new post up.
As you can also see, Daddy wasn’t fucking around here. I went to Harbor Freight and got their Middle Grade Roto Hammer and some Masonry bits.
Drill a row of holes, smack it with a sledge hammer a few times and pull the chunks out.
Thank God the fucking thing wasn’t three feet deep.
That’s about the point I was at when the Old Guy across the street decided I needed some supervision.
I had already been texting Irish pictures of my progress.
It’s all good, keeps me from killing myself because I have a tendency to go Balls Out until I overdo it when I am determined that something ain’t gonna win.
So I took a break and shot the shit with the neighbor for a bit and then went back at it while he did the color commentary.
I win bitch.
Round two is tomorrow.
Now I gotta go find the Ibuprofen.