OK, so a pipe bursts in the barn. My fault, frost. We start digging up the cement floor of the barn to get to plastic pipe and the coupling. It ends up being just too big a job. We have to cut through 10 inches of concrete and we just don’t have the tools to do it. Plan B; Let’s put a hydrant outside the barn. It will be more accessible, it won’t freeze and spill water everywhere.
So Norm and I start digging and digging until the front of the barn looks like a sight from the first world war. Trenches everywhere; down to four feet. No sign of a water line. We quit for the day, not sure what Plan C will be. That evening I am up at our local welders and I ask him where you can get one of those things the city gas and water guys use to locate pipes. The welder doesn’t know, but says why don’t you get Charlie to witch it for you. Of course this suggestion is accompanied by the welders subtle smirk, not to mention a healthy dose of skepticism on my part.
What do I have to lose. Charlie runs the business next door and enthusiastically agrees to come down to the farm with his two stainless right angle rods. One end of each rod goes through the centre of a small caliber copper pipe onto which Charlie holds. So here we have the coldest day of the year and Charlie is wandering around our farm yard, me in tow with the paint can, marking everywhere that Charlie says there is a water line. Charlie conducts this whole procedure with his eyes closed so as not to influence the outcome.
When Charlie is done we have a pattern of red lines that looks a bit like a major expressway map. On top of that, the map looks like a route no sane water line trencher would ever use. Charlie has marked the line where it goes into the barn in a spot that is really quite unbelievable. On top of that it is a place where Norm and I have already dug down to 4 feet. Just to be sure we continue down to 6 feet; still no pipe. See witching doesn’t work!, really, I had never expected it to!
Plan D ; bring in the backhoe. Bev shows up with the hoe and what the heck, I say ” Bev will you take Charlies hole down to 7 feet”. Bev, the ultimate backhoe master, gently nudges the dirt out of the way down to the 7 foot mark and no guff!, there is the water line exactly and I mean exactly where Charlie said it would be.
We now have a wonderfully placed hydrant outside the barn. Anna and Christine are happier with the new situation. It makes it easier to get the water for the sheep and for the chickens. On top of that we now have a family of converts to witching for water!