You can see pics & video of my fully erect Monster pole here:
https://get.google.com/albumarchive...m/AF1QipOmkjeFDN8usy_fXsHxlraXhulcdKDn7-d_Ml0
The past few weeks the weather has been rotten, so I haven't had much opportunity to work on getting Monster upright. This past week was dry, so I figured that Saturday I might get a good chance to work on it. I'm pretty proud of how Saturday turned out; it was a day full of adversity and adaptation but ended in complete victory.
I started the day around 9:30. The hole I had dug had a foot or more of rainwater in it and needed to be drained. So I spent a little thought and time and fashioned a redneck hole drainer, drained the hole, then shaped/repaired it with my post hole diggers. I had removed the 2x4 backstop when I last worked on the pole, so I hammered it back into place. So far, the day was going really well.
Next, I needed to reposition the pole and align it with the approach trench leading to the hole. Monster was lying on the ground in roughly the same position where it had fallen a few weeks ago. Not a problem... using some nearby trees and my truck as anchors, I used my chains and comealong to pull the pole into position. Still, the day was right on par.
I had to use a fulcrum and lever to lift the pole a few inches in order to get a few small logs under it. A buddy of mine loaned me a farm jack which I put under the end of the pole to lift it. It worked incredibly well and fast; I got the pole up a couple of feet in probably less than a minute. The only problem that I didn't notice is that the footplate of the jack had a slight bend in it which made it unstable... it promptly dumped the pole onto the ground. A quick inspection revealed the problem. I repositioned the pole, got the jack under it, put a shim under the jack, and started the lift again. This time it worked flawlessly. By putting brace logs under the pole and progressively building the jack's cinder block platform higher and higher, I was able to fairly quickly get the pole up to nearly a 20 degree angle.
At this point, I had gotten all that I was going to be able to get from the farm jack, so I braced the log, removed the farm jack, and transitioned to the truck jack. I quickly got the pole high enough to get my tripod brace under it, then began the tedious repetitious task of jacking up the pole, tensioning the chain, and moving the tripod forward. Using this method, I was able to get the pole up to nearly a 45 degree angle. So far, all was going smoothly and I was ready to attempt pulling the pole upwards using the comealong that was anchored to the front tow-hook of my truck. I was at the exact point of failure from 3 weeks ago where I dumped the log.
I tightened up the comealong, but the pole didn't budge. I tightened it up even more one tooth at a time, and the pole lifted! I was stoked! Then in slow motion the pole started leaning to the right, just like it did when it dumped a few weeks ago. All I could do was stand back and watch. It continued to slowly move, even getting the tripod up on two legs, and I knew that disaster was imminent. Then suddenly it came to equilibrium and stopped. I stood back and stared at it a real long time, wondering what I could safely do next to either get it back on the ground, or even better, to save the lift.
I decided to approach the pole from the left side knowing that if it fell at that point, it would fall away from me. I hastily built a cinder block tower and got my truck jack back under it. I was able to lift it a little and get the weight back on the jack. That had been a real close call, but I had successfully gotten it stabilized. Now I just had to decide what to do next to proceed.
It was apparent that I was not going to be able to get a real good lift from the truck, largely due to the low angle of the tow chain. Instead of pulling the pole upwards, it was mostly pulling the pole forwards and down. This had worked for the smaller, lighter pole that I lifted many weeks ago, but obviously was not going to work on Monster due to its sheer weight. Then I noticed that when Monster leaned, it had somehow miraculously aligned itself with a large tree that was high on the nearby bank. If I rigged up my chain to that tree, I would gain a distinct mechanical advantage because I would be pulling upwards considerably more. It seemed like a good plan, so I stabilized the pole, removed the chain from the truck, got the truck out of the way, then reconnected the chain to the large tree.
I started cranking the comealong like there was no tomorrow, and Monster lifted! Not only did it lift, it lifted fairly easily, confirming my theory about the added mechanical advantage. Then it rapidly took a quick lurch to its left, and my heart stopped as once again it looked like it was going to fall to the ground. Luckily, the smaller pole I had lifted several weeks ago was in the way and stopped Monster's descent cold. Again, I had to stop and compose myself, wondering what the best path forward was. I decided my only real option was to continue with the lift. I kept cranking, and it kept lifting.
One problem I didn't anticipate was that the chain was so high off the ground, and was getting ever higher as the pole lifted. At first this was not a real problem, but as the lift proceeded I was having to stand on tiptoes to reach high overhead and crank the comealong with shoulders that had worn out hours earlier. I thought about it, and decided to back my truck into place and use it as a platform for my stepladder. The lift continued.
Daylight was starting to fade. I was determined to get the pole lifted that day, but it was slow going. Then my comealong broke. A few weeks earlier I had damaged the comealong when I first attempted to lift Monster; now the handle had bent into a perfect 90 degree angle, which rendered it virtually useless. Up to this point, I was happy and optimistic that I was going to get this job done; in just a split second I reached my despair point and was nearly ready to give up. I stepped back, forced myself into composure, and thought about it. My solution was this: I intentionally further broke the comealong in such a way that I was able to use my crowbar as a cranking handle, which when assembled worked amazingly well.
Darkness was falling. As the pole got higher, my ability to securely brace it diminished quickly due to the steep angle of the pole. This was an issue because a comealong can only pull so far before it has to be reset for the next pull. When it is reset, the cable has to be released, which meant that the pole was being held upright by only the bracing I was able to get under it. In other words, each comealong reset turned into an impromptu prayer meeting where I petitioned God to not let my pole fall. Every time it didn't brought an indescribable sense of relief.
I was physically wiped. I had been working nearly non-stop for almost 10 hours, yet I kept cranking. Just when I thought my strength was spent, the cable went slack, which meant that the pole had finally dropped into the hole under its own weight. I hadn't been looking to see it happen. The pole was still at a significant angle, which meant it wasn't completely in yet. I tightened up the chain, then cranked the comealong a few more times, and the pole slipped in the rest of the way.
Mission accomplished, I showered and took my wife to a promised dinner and hard-earned liquor.
The next step is I need to straighten, anchor, and backfill the poles that I have in place. Then I'll get around to lifting the 3 remaining much-smaller, much-lighter, and (hopefully) much easier poles. I'm stoked & ready to get to work as soon as I find some spare time.
Mrs. Ned, who named the pole "Monster", has suggested that we rename it "Bastard"
Enjoy the pics & video!