After years and years of being around electric fences, yes, I have received my fair share of unwanted shocks. And, the term “It’s not funny” has been heard and verbalized many times.
Getting shocked really isn’t funny, but then again, it is. Being an electric fence salesman and working at a lot of trade shows over the past 15 years I have also heard a lot of great stories from customers about being on the receiving end of those shocking stories.
I guess that since I am suppose to know what I am doing around electric fences I should probably never get shocked – right? Wrong, I get my fair share of them and it usually hurts. I think that some people may have a higher tolerance for the pain that is associated with an electric shock than others. Myself – I have a low tolerance for it. It hurts me like the “dickens”.
I’ve known some old mechanics that can pull a spark plug connector and put a finger between the plug and the wire to see if they are getting spark. I remember the first time I tried that, it felt like my shoulder was being torn out of its socket! I’ve never tried that stupid stunt again.
Not all, but most of my shocks in working with my own fences have been incurred when working with it when it’s raining or wet. Electricity has a way of flowing through moisture, on gate handles and the like.
It’s funny to me, how when I do get a shock: the first thing I usually do is look around to see if anyone is watching, even if I’m five miles from a road, in a ditch on the back side. I talk to myself a lot when I am working alone. I think a lot of farm and ranch people do that. After an unexpected shock I usually say something that is not recognized by Webster. Then I usually chuckle and answer myself, by saying “That’s not funny.”
A few years ago my wife, Jackie, was helping me pull up an old temporary fence. It had been used for a while before I had gotten around to building a proper three strand fence. It was a single strand of 12.5 gauge wire about eight feet inside of the new fence. It was on ½” fiberglass posts.
I wanted to rewind the wire on a spinning jenny for reuse some place or some day. It was a nice damp spring day. We had pulled all the clips off the posts and pulled the posts, so the wire was just lying on the ground. I gave the fun job of rewinding the wire on the spinning jenny to my wife, while I dinked around with some other important things nearby.
She was hunkered down over the jenny on her knees in wet soil. Well, during the winding process the abandoned wire got flipped over into the new fence. This new fence had around ten thousand volts running through it. About the time I heard her squealing like a wounded pig, I also heard a series of sharp snapping sounds.
I could see what had happened and was grinning from ear to ear and trying real hard not to vocally laugh out loud. Pure fire was shooting out of her eyes and for the life of me I couldn’t keep that smiley smirk off my face. She very matter of factly told me that “it’s not funny”…..it wasn’t, but it was.