Before the summer became crazy, Bryce and I had arranged to have a new fence put in the backyard. Unfortunately, to get to the old fence, we had to hack through old and dying bushes. In some ways it was good that Bryce was out of work, because he basically took truckloads of green waste out to the dump every day. At the end, we were left with some stubborn stumps growing on the fence line. Bryce was patient...to a point. And then I believe his exact words were "I'm tired of screwing around with this stump. Don't worry. I was a Boy Scout."
Just a note? It didn't work. But, the fence guys were awesome and worked around it. I'd say the new one looks pretty nice!