You know it's time for a new fence when you can't keep sheep in or town kids out.
Last spring I found our canoe floating upside down at one end of the pond with beer cans scattered on the shore. One paddle was missing and the other stuck in the mud at the other end of the pond.
This summer, after drought dried up the mud and brush behind the pond dam, our sheep found a hole in the fence and escaped to town. (Truth be told, it wasn't a hole in the fence but a missing section.)
Bob called a local fence-maker and he put us on his schedule. Here is the result. That is one well-used tractor.