I got one to tell.
Twenty or so years ago, I raised cattle on the acreage I live on. 14 acres minus what the house and the barn take up, at that time it was about 50% open pasture the rest wooded.
I had strung electric fence around the entire circumference, as fate would have it I was always haveing trouble with the fence in the wooded portion of the property.
This was one of those particular incidents. Windstorm at night, next morning I find the fence grounded out somewhere along the 1-1/2 mile course. I collect the middle boy who was about ten at that time, tools, tractor and started out along the fence. About 1/4 of a mile from the house we found a huge limb down on it, drug it off with the tractor. The middle boy not being to enthused with being out there, he figured he was supose to be at his friend's house. Well I get busy patching the fence back together and rather than fight with a kid that didn't want to help any how, I sent him back to the house, giving him instructions to turn on the fence charger as he went by the house. My plan was as soon as I had the fence together I would hang the tester on it to check the rest of the fence.
Well I am here to tell you that child never ever done anything fast in his entire life, and now twenty years later he still hasn't. I figured I had atleast 10 minutes before the power came on.
Any how I am down on my knees in the rain soaked earth splicing wire, when I swear really I swear, I heard the fence turn on. I was damp, the ground was wet. That thing hit me so hard I know my heart stopped.
When I finally got up picked up my scattered tools mounted the tractor, and got back up to the house. My wife was standing in the back door, I asked as calmly as I could WHERE IS MICHAEL? Her responce was he had come running through the yard like his butt was onfire with his hair catching.
My wife still laughs about it until this very day.
