We were recently surveying the boundary of a 65 acre estate that was right beside a church and old cemetery. I left my helper (6’3”, #250+ tough looking guy nicknamed Hillbilly) with the instrument setup in the edge of the cemetery. As I got out of the truck 500 or so feet ahead, I noticed that he was acting strangely. He was turning circles and appeared to be talking to himself. When I went back, I asked him if something was wrong. He was white as a sheet and obviously very shaken. He had his cell phone in his back pocket and had accidentally “pocket dialed” someone. What are the odds that the phone also got switched to speaker? The person he pocket dialed was yelling “hello, hello”. Being in the edge of a cemetery and hearing a faint voice that appeared to be coming from behind and below was a bit disturbing to him. Funniest thing I ever saw on the job.
Fantastic. Too bad you weren't recording his set up. The expression on his face had to be priceless.
Years ago we had a development that completely encompassed a cemetery that had been there over 100 years.
Some of the 'residents' were actually occupying spaces outside of the deeded boundary. We located all the graves and wrote descriptions for the new boundary and the developer deeded everything over to the Cemetery Trust.
Well a new fence needed to be constructed. While we were staking the new fence we ran into a 3 foot tall, 2 month old pile of cedar trimmings. We had a point the instrument man had to set up on that was within 10' or so of the old pile.
We heard the i-man squeal (he wasn't real sure working in a cemetery was cool) and run off. We scampered up the hill to see what was going on. Seems a family of possums had set up shop in the cedar pile. Once the pile started shaking' and wigglin' he was gone....
It was funny for a month.
Is'n ya skeered?
No, suh. But ah passed udders whut wuz.
Great Stories!
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