“Who put this box up?” Gordon asked.

“Brad built them three years back,” I said.

“It’s garbage,” Gordon said.

“Crosscut pine framing held together with ungalvanized nails that are already rusting through.”

“Does it add anything to the value of the eighty acres?” I asked.

“It takes value away,” Gordon said.

“It’s an unsafe homemade structure, and any appraiser who saw it would make you tear it down before he’d sign off on a farm loan.”

We walked another two hundred yards along the boundary to look at the second and third stands.