Yes, I almost burnt down my Dad’s farm. I was attempting to have a small controlled burn to clear an area by the Sweat Lodge. I gathered a pile of twigs and after clearing a small area around it, I lit it on fire.
Within five minutes, wind had jumped the flame to the dry grass that made up the small field surrounding a pond. Within ten minutes there was a hundred square foot area scorched with growing flames. I paniced and ran to move my truck which was in the line of fire. Fortunetly my Dad and Uncle Dave came to the rescue with buckets for water and shovels to stomp out the flame. Within twenty minutes we had it under control.
The Sweat Lodge did suffer some burns on its west side but still remains structurally stable. A giant hay bale sitting on top of the hill was the worst tragedy of the whole situation. The ashes in the forground of the picture are its only remains!