Fate tossed a solution in my lap in the way of the rural electric co-op a couple months ago. They decided to replace the wooden poles in the area. Boom. Rather than haul all the old poles back to the lot in the main city about half hour away, I told them they could drop them in the ditch line beside my pasture and I'd use them on my range. There were FOUR on my road frontage. "We have a dozen in this area, how many do you want?"
"Ah, all you are willing to drop."
Over the next week, they dropped a dozen or so.
Hooked a chain to each pole and pulled it into the pasture and lined them up alongside a treeline to wait for time to redo the pistol range. I'd need someone to cut the poles to length. I would also need to remove the dirt, the cattle panels, and tarps from the frame.
A friend of my daughter wanted some kayaks we were selling and would trade the labor for the poles for the kayaks and trailer. Deal. We waited for her Ferrier work to die down. I needed to use the tractor to remove the dirt and prep the range.
