A local farmer stopped us a couple miles away and found out we were looking for insulators. He invited us down to his property and told us to take as many as we wanted. The farmer was given a good number of poles by the demolition crew. He wanted the glass gone and he said it would help him if we got rid of them. Who are we to pass that up? The claw truck happened to drive by while we were there, too. We did the farmer a favor and took all the insulators, and ended up neck deep to a giraffe in clear Hemingray 42s.