20 something years ago(42 now) I was younger and a little wilder. I was coming home from a late night poker game and took a corner too fast. I slid off the road and took out a fence, it ripped the lights off my Trans Am. After I finally got out of these peoples back lot I went to the front door. After knocking several times I left a note with a lame excuse about a dog or something. I put on the note my name phone # and a promise to repair the fence.
I did the repair the next day I used 5x5 cedar posts, patched in new woven and restretched, just as original.
It was the hottest day of the year up to that point, I kid you not. It sucked with a hang over.
The owner was impressed, told me that the fence has been hit alot and I was the first to fix it.