Boondox
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- Craftsbury Common, Vermont
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I took a few days off to install electric poultry mesh fencing and to make a portable sheep shelter. My wife insisted on helping, though generally she complains so much about being used as a clamp that I've purchased more than enough clamps over the years to hold pretty much anything I might want to build.
So I asked her to hold a 12' 2x4 while I toenailed a support. WHAM! Right on the noggin the moment I knelt down. SLAM! My finger convulsed on the trigger of the framing nailer, which shot a 3.5" nail into the base of my left thumb. THUD! I leaped to my feet and met the other end of the 2x4. YOUCH! And then I jumped out of the shelter and twisted my ankle on a bit of scrap wood! /forums/images/graemlins/shocked.gif /forums/images/graemlins/shocked.gif /forums/images/graemlins/shocked.gif
After removing the nail and discovering my thumb still worked, the head was clear, and the ankle would support my weight, I choked back all sorts of ungentlemanly comments and suggested she go into the house and search for some obscure tool I had misplaced months before. I finished the framing, and moved on to converting the electric fencing from battery power to 110VAC power.
It was a hot day -- in the nineties -- with humidity to match. After several hours I was dripping in sweat, straddling the fence making final adjustments to the positioning of the power supply when my wife, who had found the tool, came out of the house, saw the power was not plugged in, and helped me out by plugging it into the outlet in the garage. /forums/images/graemlins/shocked.gif /forums/images/graemlins/blush.gif /forums/images/graemlins/shocked.gif
Ever been hit in the crotch with 6000 volts!?!
I love my wife I love my wife I love my wife...
Pete
So I asked her to hold a 12' 2x4 while I toenailed a support. WHAM! Right on the noggin the moment I knelt down. SLAM! My finger convulsed on the trigger of the framing nailer, which shot a 3.5" nail into the base of my left thumb. THUD! I leaped to my feet and met the other end of the 2x4. YOUCH! And then I jumped out of the shelter and twisted my ankle on a bit of scrap wood! /forums/images/graemlins/shocked.gif /forums/images/graemlins/shocked.gif /forums/images/graemlins/shocked.gif
After removing the nail and discovering my thumb still worked, the head was clear, and the ankle would support my weight, I choked back all sorts of ungentlemanly comments and suggested she go into the house and search for some obscure tool I had misplaced months before. I finished the framing, and moved on to converting the electric fencing from battery power to 110VAC power.
It was a hot day -- in the nineties -- with humidity to match. After several hours I was dripping in sweat, straddling the fence making final adjustments to the positioning of the power supply when my wife, who had found the tool, came out of the house, saw the power was not plugged in, and helped me out by plugging it into the outlet in the garage. /forums/images/graemlins/shocked.gif /forums/images/graemlins/blush.gif /forums/images/graemlins/shocked.gif
Ever been hit in the crotch with 6000 volts!?!
I love my wife I love my wife I love my wife...
Pete