I figured you’d click on a title like that. Unfortunately, I don’t have any video of me pulling the bush out with my truck, but I will tell you this – it’s fun as hell doing things like this.
Listen, I had the most pure thoughts of living in the country before we arrived here. It was like a zen sort of thing. I was like, “Oh yes, if I ever come across the situation where I have to transplant a bush, I will do it with love and my own two hands.” Yeah, and then the 90 degree day rolled around where I actually had to transplant a bush. One shovel full, two shovels full – oh hell, get the truck.
I found an old recovery strap back in shed after we got here. I threw it in the back seat of my truck, never knowing when I may need it. It’s no longer than six feet long, but it’s got a loop on each end and is fully capable to being wrapped around the base of a bush and will tighten when pulled on. It really was the perfect tool for today’s endeavor. I also got to use one of my shackles that I purchased a while ago, in case I need to pull someone out or I need to get pulled out of a bad situation. That came in real handy.
I have to clear the whole front of the house of shrubs, stones and flowers. I’ve got to do this for two reasons; 1. to have a clear path for me to snowblow around the house come Winter, and 2. to get any soil away from the siding of the house so I can spray for ants. Ants up here are huge and need to be dealt with. So, this means that I need to get the bushes out and put them somewhere else. That’s what I started doing today.
Oh, it was a hot one. I suspect it was around 90 degrees out there. The sun was blazing and mid-afternoon probably wasn’t the best time to go about this little project, but I don’t plan these things.
I started with the shovel. I tried to bite in and cut the roots to get a nice ball on the soil, but quickly realized that this particular bush has been around a lot longer than I thought. When I put the shovel in the ground the first few times, I hit some pretty solid roots. That’s when I decided to use the big truck I purchased down in Florida (that I should’ve undercoated while I was down there too, but we’ll talk about that another time).
All right, what I did first was to dig a new hole for the existing bush to go in.
That was easy. For some reason, the soil was like butter.
Next, I wrapped my recovery strap around the base of the bush. I swear, I wish I had pictures of that. Right after that, I jumped in the truck and pulled that sucker out.
And here’s the hole it left.
Damn that felt good. Letting all that horsepower do the work for me. There goes my zen.
And lastly, I planted the bush in the hole I previously dug. I just threw the dirt in there and stomped on the grass I took out. She ain’t pretty, but I think it’ll grow.
Next up, more bush transplants. This time though, I’ll take pictures of my hookup. That’s the exciting thing, after all.