If you think like a squirrel, you might make a good surveyor.
I crack myself up.
If you think like a squirrel, you can be a surveyor.
Definitions:
Squirrel is surveyor.
Nuts are data, about survey. Coordinates, deeds, testimony, plats, existing monuments, records etc.
Approaching car, is deadline. Out of money, out of time, out of energy.
The scene: typical fall day, car driving down paved road, 35 mph. Trees overshadowing the road, but not excessively. Squirrel is gathering nuts.
Action:
With complete determinism, squirrel runs real fast forward 3 feet. (surveyor finds pin 3 feet from computer coord, from old deed).
Then, he runs real fast back 7 feet, to edge of road. (Surveyor realizes senior deed places it here).
Car is fast approaching.
Squirrel runs real fast across road. (adjoiner is telling him, in his slow southern drawl, that his mother's daddy, who never missed church, and had learned surveying, in an artillery unit, in the army, in ww1, had set the line here, because his drunk uncle said so, but he died in 1969, due to emphysema, but he showed him, one day, as they were going hunting in the fall, and he knows this, because everybody for miles around knew his grandpappy did not lie)
Car is fast approaching. He wishes he had more time. More money in the job.
He runs real fast back to pin, he fd. earlier. Looks closer. Its smooth. And bent. Hmmm grounding rod? Then, He sees The remains of a flower bed.... Yup, just a grounding rod.
Suddenly, he pulls out his glo notes. And his computer. And, starts across the road one more time. He swerved 6 times, to avoid the car, and goes between the front tires, but exits the car, just in front of the back tire. Driver is looking in mirror, to see if He hit squirrel. No, Not this time.
Squirrel runs across ditch, to an old wooden fencepost, with wire remains. Sets his GPS up. Fixed! Go south 16 feet, for calc glo cor. He stores the fence cor. As he walks south, he stumbles on a stone. Get the shovel! Grab the glo witness notes. Shucks, hard to read. He carefully digs out the stone. Hmmm could be. Takes out his compass. N17w 13.2 ft. 20 links. Hey! Depression here. Notes say 13" post oak. Look for next. S56e 24 links. 12" pine. HEY!
Got something! Finds a small piece of sapwood, with clear scribing.
It upsets another survey, some 20 feet away, where is a big 5/8 rebar, with a cap, all official looking. But, squirrel found the original. He got it. He's over budget, and out of time, but, he knows, he got it. Sets pipe under stone, sets his GPS on it, stores it 7 times, over 20 minutes, gets fresh witness trees.
Squirrel goes contentedly to his nest. Gotta get new nest, someday.
Mrs. Squirrel wants to go get a couple of jackets, at the thrift store, for The young uns. They are growing so fast. Cold weather is fast approaching....
Phone rings. Have you got it done?....
Yes, if you think, like a squirrel, you can be a surveyor.
Dude, you are almost, but not quite, as funny as Zac Efron on crack. He is more like a bee (inside joke if you don't see the movie).
Nate The Surveyor, post: 354680, member: 291 wrote: ....adjoiner is telling him, in his slow southern drawl, that his mother's daddy, who never missed church, and had learned surveying, in an artillery unit, in the army, in ww1, had set the line here, because his drunk uncle said so, but he died in 1969, due to emphysema, but he showed him, one day, as they were going hunting in the fall, and he knows this, because everybody for miles around knew his grandpappy did not lie....
hahahah.....
HHHEeyyyy, Squirrel got a laptop going! Not on Android now!
