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compulsivefarmer:
So we finally got all the feeder pigs into the back pasture. We were offloading the last load, when I tripped. I went to go through the fence and my foot snagged on one of the lines. I hit the ground on my front and rolled over, because of course I hit my bad knee. Well, when I roll over my hand hits the fence and I get a good zap right down my arm. My husband is laughing his ass off while I lay face down in the dirt groaning.
It was like a freaking scene right out of a slap stick comedy.
Once I went out in the evening to help my brother in law close up the hens on a night we were going to move them, and since it wasn’t the work day I wasn’t wearing good shoes. I was wearing flip-flops. And I stepped on the flexi-net electric fence like usual to get over it, but my flip-flop got tangled in the mesh, and I wound up standing on one foot unable to move forward or backward, with the fence shocking me on every pulse. There seemed to be no point freaking out; I was just starting to work out whether I could get my shoe off and maybe untangle my leg separately from the shoe, when my brother in law came to save me.
He grabbed the fence and jumped when it shocked him; since I hadn’t been flinching, he’d assumed it was off, which was why he’d left me stuck there so long while he was doing other things. It’s a damned unpleasant sensation, but I knew that if I’d let it make me twitch around I’d’ve fallen on my face.
One of the apprentices that year said she’d had the same thing happen, but with nobody around to free her, she’d wound up falling over and tangling herself up in the fence until she was crying in her desperation to get free. “I’m glad nobody was there, though,” she said, “because it was really embarrassing.”
I think about that every time I go near flexi-net in flip-flops.
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compulsivefarmer:
So we finally got all the feeder pigs into the back pasture. We were offloading the last load, when I tripped. I went to go through the fence and my foot snagged on one of the lines. I hit the ground on my front and rolled over, because of course I hit my bad knee. Well, when I roll over my hand hits the fence and I get a good zap right down my arm. My husband is laughing his ass off while I lay face down in the dirt groaning.
It was like a freaking scene right out of a slap stick comedy.
Once I went out in the evening to help my brother in law close up the hens on a night we were going to move them, and since it wasn’t the work day I wasn’t wearing good shoes. I was wearing flip-flops. And I stepped on the flexi-net electric fence like usual to get over it, but my flip-flop got tangled in the mesh, and I wound up standing on one foot unable to move forward or backward, with the fence shocking me on every pulse. There seemed to be no point freaking out; I was just starting to work out whether I could get my shoe off and maybe untangle my leg separately from the shoe, when my brother in law came to save me.
He grabbed the fence and jumped when it shocked him; since I hadn’t been flinching, he’d assumed it was off, which was why he’d left me stuck there so long while he was doing other things. It’s a damned unpleasant sensation, but I knew that if I’d let it make me twitch around I’d’ve fallen on my face.
One of the apprentices that year said she’d had the same thing happen, but with nobody around to free her, she’d wound up falling over and tangling herself up in the fence until she was crying in her desperation to get free. “I’m glad nobody was there, though,” she said, “because it was really embarrassing.”
I think about that every time I go near flexi-net in flip-flops.
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