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This talk reminds me of that one time I got the most pi$$ed off dealing with a new rodman. Subject for a new topic some time.
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My late wife was my rodman for many years. It worked as long as we stopped at a yard sale or two afterwards. Given that a lot of the surveys were in the Beverly Hills and Bel Air neighborhoods, it is amazing what finds (and deals) there were to be had.
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Warren Smith, post: 404962, member: 9900 wrote: My late wife was my rodman for many years. It worked as long as we stopped at a yard sale or two afterwards. Given that a lot of the surveys were in the Beverly Hills and Bel Air neighborhoods, it is amazing what finds (and deals) there were to be had.
Warren, I sorry to hear about your wife. I bet those are fond memories though. Thank you for your post.
Told Gretchen what you posted, and said we need to do more things together like this. She said, “I’ll pick the next activity.”
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I’ve had SWMBO help me twice. First time a level run for an EC. Like watching a windshield wiper thru the level. She had to stop and chat with everybody she encountered. By the end of the loop, she knew more about surveying than I did. I should have learned then.
Next time was as rod-gal on a big boundary locating about a mile of creek bank. “Oooooh, that’s a pretty rock.” “Oh, look at THIS one”, holding up stone for my inspection thru the gun, with pole laying on ground. At the end of the day, she wanted help carrying about 400 lbs of cobbles for her rock garden a half mile back to the truck. That’s when I bought the robot.
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The best view I had through the scope was when my wife was shoveling for an old pipe a few feet away from where an adjoiner was certain the corner was in a pretty remote setting. She uncovered it after a couple feet of digging, and the look on the old guy’s face was priceless. Of course, so was hers.
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My wife would do a great job, but I try to keep em separated so we stay happy. That and she has to help me work on stuff at the farm enough that well, lets say we would need more alcohol. 🙂
She really hates helping me weld stuff up. She really LIKES cutting and splitting firewood though.
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I’ll never forget the day Mrs. Cow, before she became Mrs. Cow, was being chased by a Vietnamese Pot-Bellied pig across a muddy plot while carrying the prism pole. She was certain that pig was looking for some fresh, white meat but the pig was just looking for someone to play with. You call that an MHV, short for Mental Home Video.
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Pot-bellied pigs are a crap shoot. Some have been more fun than dogs, and others have wanted to bite the crap out of us. One took a range pole point because of it biting a chunk out of us.
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