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We excavated and plastered for almost two days. While waiting for plaster to set, I received a call that severe thunderstorms were building in the west and would likely hit the site. It was time to change objectives. No more plastering...we had to get the tusk out. When undercutting one of the last pedestals of soil, we saw the plaster starting to crack. To avoid disaster, I asked my friends to throw me the hand saw while they strained to keep the tusk from falling. I cut it in half and we prepared it for transport. The heavy proximal end is resting on life jackets in the bottom of the canoe under the plywood. I wished we'd had another half day to complete the plastering, but nature doesn't care either way, and it was about to deliver a knock out punch.