ok, this I am afraid has nothing to do with the original post or question but I have tell it cause it reminded me of a child hood memory...................
As a teenager I was up for practical jokes anytime, but especially on mischief night.
We had several homes that backed up to our dairy farm.Our plan was to move the firewood from the back of one neighbors home to the next door neighbor who in fact did not have a fireplace, just see to hear what would happen. A bit corny, and some what innocent fun, but none the less, in our minds funny at the time.
In order to do this we had to climb under a waist high electric fence, and of course my luck as it always has been, I got my wrist watch stuck in this fence unable to get it out, I stood there taking this shock every milisecond or two, As I began to scream, and lights came on all around the neighboring houses, my companions in crime ( my brothers) deserted me.
Here's the thing, my watch wasn't coming off, I no longer had the capacity to think :roll: , and the people from these houses that flooded out to see what all the bloody wailing was about were not about to touch me or the fence to help me, and of course my brothers in their rush to get into the house in order to plead deniability, did not think to unplug the charger on the way through the barns :roll: .
I was unable to pull the wire away, as dad always believed in buying the best that money could get when it came to fencing, and I swear it felt like i was plugged into the wall outlet, and tugging against an aircraft cable at least an inch thick!
Finally after several hours, or was it days? or perhaps just a few minutes some one was knocking the posts down and getting the wire to short out as best they could. Long enuff for me to get some of that 'heat' off of my arm and down to a bearable tingle, and untangle the watch from the wire. I wasn' sure wich was worse , the embaressment of being caught or what was to come in the next few hours.
I swear for hours afterwards it felt like some one either had hit my arm and shoulder with a 2x4 as hard as they could
, or worse yet was trying to pull my arm off at the shoulder.
After my parents made me swap all the wood back to where it belonged and add at least twice that much to the existing pile, I would never go out into the pasture with a watch on..............just in case. Until just a few years ago at a family reunion , did I keep the secret that I had confederates with me that evening, and of course it was told to laughter and mirth, especially to my brother's sons and daughters who would have never, ever expected their respective fathers to have been so devilish in their youth. :lol:
