Okay, let\’s talk about ripping out that old chain link fence. You\’re staring at it, maybe it\’s leaning like a drunk uncle after Thanksgiving dinner, or it\’s just… there, rusting quietly, separating your patch of dirt from the neighbor\’s equally chaotic yard. You think, \”How hard can it be? Yank out some posts, roll up the mesh, done.\” Hold onto that optimism, friend. Grab a coffee, maybe something stronger. This isn\’t brain surgery, but it\’s also not picking daisies. It\’s grunt work with hidden teeth, and the cost? It\’s more than just dollars, it\’s sweat equity paid in blisters and muttered curses. I did about 80 linear feet of the damn stuff last summer in Austin, Texas. Thought it\’d be a weekend project. Ha.
The real cost of DIY chain link fence removal isn\’t just the dump fee, though that\’ll sting. It\’s the time you sink into it, the tools you either buy or rent (and inevitably discover aren\’t quite right), the surprises lurking under the dirt, and the sheer physical toll. It\’s looking at your hands after a day and wondering when they turned into sandpaper. It\’s that moment when the post you\’ve been wrestling with for 20 minutes suddenly gives way, sending you stumbling backwards into a pile of weeds. Yeah, that.
Let\’s break down the monetary bit first, because that\’s the part you can kinda plan for, even if reality laughs at your plans. If you\’re just dumping it, figure $75 to $150 for a decent-sized rented dumpster (like a 10-yarder). That assumes you can actually fit the bugger in your driveway or street without pissing off the entire neighborhood association or city parking enforcement. Pro tip: Measure your space before you call. Learned that one the hard way when the truck showed up and we had to scramble to move my partner\’s car that was, naturally, blocking the only viable spot.
But maybe you\’re eco-conscious, or just cheap like me, and want to scrap the metal. Here\’s the rub: Chain link fence mesh is usually galvanized steel, sometimes aluminum. Posts and top rails too. Sounds lucrative? Think again. Scrap yards pay pennies per pound for this stuff, especially galvanized. We\’re talking maybe $0.05 to $0.15 per pound if you\’re lucky, and it fluctuates wildly. That heavy-ass mesh? It\’s surprisingly light when you factor in the air. My pile, meticulously rolled and stacked, weighed in at maybe 300 pounds? Got me… $40 bucks. And that was after driving 20 miles each way in my ancient pickup, burning $15 in gas, spending an hour waiting at the yard, and getting covered in dirt and rust flakes. Felt like a net loss, honestly. Plus, they often won\’t take posts with concrete clinging to them – that\’s considered \”contaminated.\” So that dumpster fee might sneak back in anyway for the concrete chunks.
Ah, the concrete. The hidden anchors of despair. This is where the DIY dream often hits bedrock. Literally. Those fence posts? They\’re probably set in concrete footings buried 1.5 to 3 feet down. Sometimes deeper. Way deeper than you think. You pull the post out (a feat in itself), and you\’re left staring at a concrete plug the size of a large flowerpot, stubbornly refusing to budge. This is where the cost shifts from cash to pure, unadulterated effort.
You have options, none of them easy: Dig it out. Get a damn good shovel, a pry bar (my personal nemesis), maybe a digging bar (a heavy iron spear designed to break your will). Dig around the concrete, widen the hole, try to get leverage. It\’s back-breaking, slow, and you\’ll unearth rocks you swear weren\’t on any geological survey. Lift it out. Ha. Good luck. Unless it\’s tiny, you\’ll need serious leverage or machinery. Break it up. This became my method of choice through gritted teeth. Sledgehammer time. Protective glasses? Essential. Earplugs? Wish I\’d worn them. Every swing sends jarring vibrations up your arms. It\’s loud, dusty, brutal work. You chip away, chunk by miserable chunk, until it\’s small enough to either bury deeper (check local codes! Often a no-no) or heave into the dumpster. Renting a jackhammer crossed my mind. Seriously considered it around post-hole number five. The rental cost? Maybe $50-$75 for half a day. The cost in exhaustion and potential collateral damage to underground utilities? Priceless. And terrifying. Call 811 before you start swinging anything heavy near buried lines. Just do it.
Tools. Oh god, the tools. You need good bolt cutters or heavy-duty wire cutters. The cheap ones from the big box store will make you weep. They\’ll bind, they\’ll slip, they\’ll leave jagged ends just waiting to ambush your forearm. I bought a decent pair of 24-inch bolt cutters. Cost: $45. Worth every penny when I finally sliced through the tension wire like butter instead of fighting with pliers. You\’ll need wrenches or sockets for the nuts and bolts holding the fittings. Gloves? Thick ones. The mesh is sharp, the cut ends are vicious little hooks. My hands looked like I\’d lost a fight with a feral cat. A pry bar for leveraging posts. A sledgehammer for the concrete (see above, misery). A shovel. Maybe a post hole digger (the clamshell kind) for… well, mostly for making the hole bigger after you realize how deep the concrete goes. A reciprocating saw with a metal-cutting blade can be helpful for slicing through stubborn posts or rails, especially where they\’re rusted solid. But it\’s noisy, throws sparks, and the blades dull fast on thick steel. Renting one might be smarter if you don\’t own one. Factor in tool rental or purchase into your \”cost.\” That $40 bolt cutter is part of the project cost, even if you keep it.
Time. How much is your weekend worth? Or your evenings after work? This isn\’t fast. Unbolting fittings, cutting ties, wrestling heavy, springy mesh into rolls without getting sliced open, the eternal battle with the posts and concrete… It adds up. My 80 feet? Took me and one occasionally-helpful friend (mostly moral support and holding things) parts of three weekends. Maybe 20-25 hours total? Felt like double that. Every step took longer than anticipated. The Texas sun didn\’t help. Hydration cost? Significant.
The hidden emotional cost: The frustration when a nut is rusted solid. The despair when you realize the concrete footing is wider than your hole. The panic when you accidentally bend a section of mesh you were trying to carefully roll. The utter exhaustion setting in by 3 PM. The neighbor\’s dog barking incessantly the entire time. The realization that \”free removal\” is a myth when you factor in dump fees, gas, tool wear, and your aching body.
Compare that to quotes I got after I finished (because why make it easy on myself?). Pros wanted $800-$1200 to remove the same fence and haul it away. Suddenly, my $235 and backache looked… different. Did I save money? Technically, yes. A fair chunk. Was it worth it? Ask me when my shoulders stop aching. Maybe next month. There\’s a perverse pride in doing it yourself, sure. Standing there looking at the empty space where that rusty eyesore used to be is satisfying. But knowing what I know now? If I had a longer fence, or deeper posts, or worse soil? I\’d seriously, seriously consider writing that check. DIY isn\’t always the cheap win it seems. Sometimes it\’s just choosing which currency you pay in: dollars or pain. I paid in both. Mostly pain.
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