Himself and I have been looking for the south fence. It has been there 100 years and now fallen into rack and ruin. However, we can trace the south line by looking for the biggest trees.
When it was pasture, the farmer would have mowed the ground a time or two each year to keep the trees out of it. Except in the fence line. Sometimes trees were allowed in the fence line because they eventually became the fence posts. Other times the trees were just left in the fence line as the mower couldn't get to them to take them out.
So now, when we go looking, we look for the biggest trees. And we find this. Barb wire strands swallowed right up by a growing tree.
This surviving stretch of fence is short -- just between these two trees. It is hard to see in the photo but the fence is only there because the trees have grown up and around the barb wire. So if your Mama ever told you pounding a nail into a tree would kill it, it was an old wives' tale. The wire in these trees is a quarter of the way into the tree.
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