So, off the topic a bit, but thought I’d share. My buddy’s place that I hunt a lot still has cattle and “hot” fences. This fall we were tracking a deer and I grabbed the top wire focusing on blood instead of the fence. Hit me good. All the way up to shoulder. We laughed, OK, my buddy laughed.
Fast forward 45 minutes, deer is found and we drag her out of the trees. Jeff went and retrieved the pickup for extra lights for field dressing and I dragged the deer under the fence. I grab the back legs as he prepares to split the deer. I somehow managed to rub my tookus back against the hot wire. Let’s just say I jumped towards my buddy and yelped. He was wondering what was going on behind him. Neeless to say it was a comical moment and one I won’t soon forget.