Coming home across my Dads Farm one evening after being out after ducks.
Getting chased home by a huge thunder and lightning storm. My bum was going 10cents peace man hole cover as the lightning and thunder came right overhead

I’m the only thing around in a huge paddock with a big steel rod and a belt of brass strapped around my waste. Thinking this is going to make some crater if I get hit

The rain started lashing down as I got to one of Dads three wire electric fences, which I decided to crawl under

So down on my hands and knees and yep the cartridge belt hooks the bottom wire.....NNNNAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHFUCKKKKKKK
I try to reverse but the rims of the cartridges have hooked the wire......more of NNNNAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHFUCKKKKKKK!!
I’m well earthed with soaking knees and starting to feel very sick I managed to tear my self lose.
I left the belt and me gun there and staggered on home feeling very woozy
The good thing is I got up early the next morning and went back to pick up me gun though while there and since it’s halfway why not.
Went to cross the fence and decided NO don’t crawl under use the recoil pad push down the top wire and step over simple......wet recoil pad sips off high tension wire catch’s on trigger guard and yes you guessed it NNNNAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHFUCKKKKKKK

I hate MURPHY!
I’d like to credit @
timattalon for the new quote

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