This showed up accross the road from my Dad's house. They are splitting off the house and barn from the farmland. I suspect it is a coded humuorus message from our friendly competition. They happen to belong to the Shrine Club if that helps.
Must be bulc enirhs code ...
Rodman has his head on backwards.
Rod man grew up in the Southern Hemisphere and can't get adjusted to things around here.
I am told that this was the very young rodman's very first stake set, ever.
Brad Ott, post: 390185, member: 197 wrote: I am told that this was the very young rodman's very first stake set, ever.
haha! that's great!
Now THAT's funny!!!
Left handed.
I don't have a clue? But I'm left handed and had to be broken of writing elevations on the back of the lath, up the lath instead of down the lath by a very anal retentive party chief. Forgot all about that until this post. I'm not complaining either, discipline is needed to be a good surveyor and you don't realize how important it is until you have done this job for a while. Jp
control point (read from bottom to top)
That's so you can read it through an inverted scope. Must be an old timer.
Old field notes often read from bottom up.
The guy is probably lesdexic.
The rodman is rebelling against his PC.
Dave Karoly, post: 390204, member: 94 wrote: Old field notes often read from bottom up.
Pipeline field notes read from the bottom to the top.
RADAR, post: 390200, member: 413 wrote: control point (read from bottom to top)
Thanks! Got it. 🙂
Could have been Mr. Cotchur on this crew.
[USER=11959]@Squirltech[/USER]
Went cruisin' through your old neighborhood this past Sunday. Met with a probable client that is a good friend of Mrs. Cow's about five miles northeast of the former Chicken Shack. Then had lunch at what was the Chicken Shack for many years. Had a huge pork loin/chop. Upon leaving the big city we went south down the county line two or three miles then headed west, then south, then west, then south, eventually passing through the town that smells more before heading home.
Holy Cow, post: 390246, member: 50 wrote: [USER=11959]@Squirltech[/USER]
Went cruisin' through your old neighborhood this past Sunday. Met with a probable client that is a good friend of Mrs. Cow's about five miles northeast of the former Chicken Shack. Then had lunch at what was the Chicken Shack for many years. Had a huge pork loin/chop. Upon leaving the big city we went south down the county line two or three miles then headed west, then south, then west, then south, eventually passing through the town that smells more before heading home.
Reading this, I know exactly where you're talking about.
I miss the Chicken Shack. "Mann that's good chicken!"
I saw the other day that they're going to try selling the mixes that were used at the Chicken Shack so you can make you're own at home.
