Dad came to help me work on the chicken run, abandoned since I shot my hand.
I'd already had 2" of nail in me, which is as much as anyone ever really needs to have in their lifetime, so we developed a method of securing all the parts with stakes, both retiring behind the nailgun before pulling the trigger. A marvellous success with 100% less horrific nailgun injuries.
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