A tip o’ the hat to the lovely Phlegm, who sent me this by e-mail.
Peter
Shocking, I tell you . . .
The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
Talk about an extreme attempt for a Darwin Award…yeeoow!
Just my imagination makes my eyes water.
Growing up in farm country I had some experiences with electric fences. I’ve let myself get poked by more than a few for fun in my youth.
In my mid teens I’m walking across a field (up to no good) and come across one. Being smart I know to insulate my hand before I press the top wire down and bundle up the sleeve of my sweatshirt to protect myself.
Would’ve worked if my sweatshirt wasn’t soaked from the rain.
Although “Mythbusters” failed to prove the validity of “irrigating” and electric fence…
Not Funny.
My father liked to move the fences around while I was at school. While out doing chores I took a leak on a bush and found out the hard way he had strung a new fence behind it. With a brand new “weedburner” fencer. I couldn’t walk right for a while.
I also had a path down a steep hill I liked to coast my bike down – one day he strung a fence across that too. I wound up tangled up in live wire. Trying to extricate myself from both the wire and the metal bike while getting shocked was no fun at all.
I saw that Mythbuster episode too. Why don’t you try it?
Uh huh, thought so.
All boys in farm country with electric fences has tried this. Mythbusters wuz wrong!
glad you enjoyed this, Peter. I thought this deserved to be in your commercial pantheon alongside the one which introduced me to the hideous yet intriguing concept of “tagnuts.” *ahem*
Crucis
Where I grew up in Kansas electric fences were common. Somehow I just never felt the need to test it…
Anon, I grew up in southern Illinois. My Dad used the weed-burner version to ring the pastures and hog-pens.
There was a group of us kids that would hang out together whenever the opportunity. In a group of kids, you’ll always find one who could not resist a “dare.”
It ’twasn’t me! 😉