Years ago I was on my knees searching for an iron pin with a dip needle (remember those), oblivious to the world except that needle.?ÿ I heard a growl and glanced over my shoulder to see a mangy mutt of about 60 pounds or so walking stiff legged toward me with the hair on its neck and back standing straight up.?ÿ Now I'm on all fours and no way to run away.?ÿ When he got close, still growling and snarling, I swung the dip needle by the leather handle and broke it over that dogs head.?ÿ I don't know how badly it was hurt but he did run away.?ÿ It took a few minutes to get my heart rate down.
Andy
I always knew there was something those dip needles were good for! 😉
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I think surveyors have as many dog stories as mail carriers
About a year ago, I went to a friend's house to do a Title Survey for refinancing. Her boxer barks and snarls but she finally calms it down and I get to work. The boxer lies dozing in the shade a few feet away. The owner leaves to run errands, I guess, and everything is fine. I move to another setup outside the fence around the house. I'm near finished when the boxer charges me going nuts but is stopped by the fence. I crouch down and talk to him. "Hey, It's OK, you remember me, calm down, what's the fuss." The boxer looks to the side at the open gate, takes off, turns the corner and charges. I only have the prism pole for defense so I'm poking him in the face and chest as he dodges to the side and charges again. I'm trying to make my way to the truck to get in or get a machete as the owner pulls up. She calls the boxer off, tells me the dog is professionally trained and can tell good people from bad. I tell her the dog is lucky I didn't have the machete I usually carry. Apparently the boxer knew the sound of her car from a distance and went into protect mode. Unfortunately I lost a friend that day.?ÿ ?ÿ ?ÿ ?ÿ
@jitterboogie No worries.?ÿ It was a lesson learned for me.?ÿ I keep a jogger sized can of mace in my vest when I'm in populated areas, bear spray when I'm in the boonies, and another *tool* may or may not be in my possession at any given time.?ÿ Given the choice between my personal preservation or an animal, I'll choose me every time.
I have had to mace one dog, 10 years or so ago in a shady part of Butte, America (is that redundant?).?ÿ The dog quickly retreated and I never did see an owner.?ÿ
that's too bad. With friends like that who needs enemies??
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did she pay the bill? ?????ÿ
While working in a ritzy beach area once I was stopped by a guy driving a Rolls-Royce who asked if I was a surveyor and if so could I do some work for him after I was done with what I was doing. Curiosity got the better of me so we went to his house which was nearby and knocked on the door.?ÿ The maid opened it just a crack and I could see two big German Shepherds behind her.?ÿ The guy came to the door and he, me, and my helper (my son) and the two big dogs went to the back yard for the guy to show us what he wanted done.?ÿ The dogs were frisky and wanted to play now that they were outside, so the guy threw a ball into the swimming pool and the dogs dove in to retrieve it. This went on for five or six times.?ÿ I told the guy the dogs would have to be out of my way because they would chase each other between the tripod legs!?ÿ He took the dogs somewhere and we continued without being disturbed.?ÿ When we were done I asked the guy what he did with the two oversized wet dogs.?ÿ He said he put them in the Rolls-Royce!?ÿ I can only imagine what the car smelled like after having two wet dogs in it for a couple of hours.
Cornered one time, with my back against a 6' wood fence, pit bulls at my 11:00 and 1:00 barking and snapping. Kept them away with a shovel in one hand, Shoenstadt in another.
Wasn't the shovel or Shoenstadt that worried them, it was the screaming the Shoensadt made when I touched the shovel to it. Kept them away 'til the landowner showed up.
asked if I was a surveyor and if so could I do some work for him after I was done with what I was doing.
Boy, that was a different time ago for certain.....
and someone who actually values and appreciating the acumen of your training.
meh, I'm sure his sense of smell was gone after all the time he spent smelling those piles of money on the bed of his ritzy schmitzy neighborhood...lol happy dog story yay!
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I have a photograph of my Dad's survey crew circa 1939 when he was working in Columbia for Gulf Oil Co. The rear chainman and his companions were making their way back toward the I-man when they spotted something closing in on him. After a number of shots were fired and the dust settled Dad took a photo of them holding the dead threatener. It is a large python, and it is being held by 10 or 11 of the crew. Silent but deadly!
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