We were still hitting milks and machine made crud past 20 feet. It wasn't until around 25 feet that it finally turned old and the bottle jail became obsolete.
Finally finished the hole in the wee hours, then came the fun part. filling it in. Oh no, another victim of diggerstroke, caused by moving dirt for about 20 hours straight. Alas, it's terminal. We were going to use him for fill, but we had extra dirt as it was.
Somewhere around 4 AM the hole was finally filled, concreted, and cleaned up - then came the pick. lots of milks and turn of the century stuff to chose from[8|]...
Along with the better stuff - Assorted Philly sodas, a small slipware plate, a cobalt mug base soda from Hartford, Ct, a few nice meds and inks, everyone got something decent. Got home around 6AM, about the same time I woke up 24 hours earlier. Long, hard day - but I'll gladly keep doing it!