Electric fence sword fights

I hate electricity with a passion. I would not become an EMT III for a long time because I did not want to use the defibrillator on anyone.  I did not want to shock people; I lived in fear that I would be shocked by accident.  As you read my blog you will find many incidents involving the electric fence.  

A Chopper Fencer is one that they used to use and is strong enough to knock a horse or cow off their feet if they touch it.  It pulsates on and off with the currant or it would kill. They no longer are allowed to sell the ones that are that strong.  As a child growing up all the fencers were Choppers.

Being a farm child everything you see is made into something to play with. I am not sure where we came up with the idea of making a fencer into an electric sword but I am sure it was my brother’s fault.  I like to blame him for everything since he doesn’t read my blog.

First you get a long extension cord, a Chopper Fencer Box, A gate handle; a plastic tube type where the wire runs through the plastic where it won’t shock you. It has a hook on the other end that you hook into a loop in the wire on the fence to make a gate. Then you find some strong wire that is still bendable, some pliers and a small stick.  You fold the stiff wire in half, put the stick in the looped part of the half and the pliers on the two ends and start twisting until you have a very stiff sword about 1 ½ feet long.  You pull the stick out leaving a small round loop.  You attach the two ends that are loose to the hook in the fence gate handle.  You take a flexible wire and put between your fencer and the gate hook and you are ready.

You stand with one hand holding your fencer and the gate hook in your strong hand and the fight is on.  If you get hit with the wire of the other guys it shocks the begeezines izzens (a farmers word be gee zines) out of you and knocks you on your behind. If you are lucky that day you hit the right timing in the pulsations and do not get shocks.  You learn real quickly to fight. You watch a persons eyes more then his hands, you move as fast as lightening and you learn to get up in a hurry and continue even if you can’t hardly move.

As usual that red headed monster that was my brother had hands that moved way faster then ours. One of my friends that was really overweight when he was younger said the other day when we were memory swapping to his wife about our growing up years said, “yeah like you would know, I was the little fat kid that couldn’t move very fast”. 

They grow them tough on the farm but we had so much more fun then watching TV ever was. I think when TV came we only watched it to help us get more ideas on how we could do something we shouldn’t.