Yup. Fences. More than once.
There was a fence adjacent to our place a few years back, with a neighbor who used the next door pasture for his bulls. Well, they kept getting through our fence to the horses. Breaking wires, the whole bit. We would watch them just puuuussshhh on the wire with their heads or chests until they (ah ha ha) bulled their way through.
So we go to check the fence. We could here it ticking, there was juice. So I tap the top wire... Nothin'... I tap it again and let my fingers linger for a minute, nothin'... So I flat grab the bugger. Nothin' at all. So we figure he doesn't know what he is doing and doesn't have it grounded right or something.
A few days later I was short, cuttin' through his bull pasture, cause my husband was yellin' at me to hurry over. (Don't remember why). So I slip through our "idiot" bull rancher friends fence. Grab one wire, shove it down, swing a leg over, and start to squeeze through. I just had one leg over when a very large hand wholloped me and shoved me back onto my butt by a good five feet. Zapped the crap outta me. It was like it started in my hands and culminated in my chest, when it got there it exploded and shoved me back. Loads of fun. I'll never do that again. (Probably.)
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