10 hours ago
Saturday, April 3, 2010
My personal fencing quirks
I'm building this turkey pen, and, well, I'll admit it. It would really bug me to have a crooked fence. The turkeys will not care. Visitors to the farm will never notice. I'll probably take it down in a few months after the turkey laying season, but darn it, while it's there, it's gonna be straight. So I string a line so that I can drive the fence posts in.
But then, with the line in place, I now have to make sure that they're all the same height. Same sort of impulse, but pretty much uncontrollable. If they aren't the same height I'll look at it every day when I go by and think about it. So making them the same height will save me months of mental anguish.
Perfect!! I'm driving these with the tractor bucket, and I actually have a pretty good control over the depth, and the string is pretty visible, and... yes. Perfect. Now for the next pole.
No! NO! The ground was softer here and the bucket drove it down too much. I should have used the hand pounder! agggh! it's off. So I'm out there trying to pull it up a couple of inches by hand, and I'm failing. I'm laughing a bit at myself, but this feels deadly serious. The posts must be on a line, and they must be level. oh wait. are they on a line?
Yes! They are on a line. And now they're all level.
I go through this every time I build a fence. No matter how small or insignificant.