I would suspect how you dressed depends often on how you work and where. It is not uncommon for me to throw my clothes away when I get home. I have destroyed new clothes in one days work. If I did dress up at all, most of the time, at the end of the day, I would look like some street person in tatters who had not washed in a month or so. I am often covered head to toe with mud and often ripped with priors, barbed wire fence, etc. I guess those who stand on a mountain top that they rode out to in a nice truce to baby sit a GPS reciever can dress nicely.
Most of those old timey pictures were dress up for the one and only photo and often the folks in those pictures were engineers or students, not involved in real, day to day, survey work.
Some folks are just naturally snazzy, and I swear, we would go through a jungle and I looked like David Livingston being found by Stanley after spending a year in the African Jungle and my oldest son would look like he just returned from the mall. He could walk through a swamp in Tennis shoes and not get his feet wet, I would look like I slithered throught the swamp.
> 
Is that a metal detector next to that chicken?
Not a phrase you hear everyday..
Seriously though, is it?
> Here's a scruffian I met out in West Texas one time on a ridge in the Del Norte Mountains. I have no idea what happened to that fellow.
>
> 
12' gammon reel on belt, likely high tech for the time...
SHOT!!!!
(short for "give me a backsight")
I am guessing, shirt and vest pockets full of pencils, pens, a straight edge, eraser, fieldbook, and maybe a hp calculator.
> I am guessing, shirt and vest pockets full of pencils, pens, a straight edge, eraser, fieldbook, and maybe a hp calculator.
I'm pretty sure that dude was wearing a vest with the following in it:
- Field book
- Pencil (and spare lead)
- Concrete Scribe
- Center Punch
- Suunto Compass
- Chainsaw wrench
- Misc. Allen wrenches for adjusting bubbles and tripods and
- White Chalk
I know for a fact that he was carrying an inexpensive Sharp Scientific Calculator.
"No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip
for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip"
> > I am guessing, shirt and vest pockets full of pencils, pens, a straight edge, eraser, fieldbook, and maybe a hp calculator.
>
> I'm pretty sure that dude was wearing a vest with the following in it:
>
> - Field book
> - Pencil (and spare lead)
> - Concrete Scribe
> - Center Punch
> - Suunto Compass
> - Chainsaw wrench
> - Misc. Allen wrenches for adjusting bubbles and tripods and
> - White Chalk
>
> I know for a fact that he was carrying an inexpensive Sharp Scientific Calculator.
Nice Kent, I would have guessed most items except definatley not the chainsaw wrench. He11 that pic makes me want to go surveying! Old school!!!
I get a lot more sun than my western cousins.
Full length attire is good for protection from the sun in these parts and good for protection from blackberry bushes on the other side of the hill!
And I must say that your chainsaw, and skrench, got quite a workout on the job pictured. Pretty much cleared the entire job site of trees and any other worthwhile vegetation.
> Skrench. It's called a skrench.
Yes, that's what the Stihl folks and I call it, but I figured that many posters would never have used one, hence the more explanatory "chainsaw wrench".
Scrench is sort of an inside joke from a job I once worked on. Big golf/resort development up in the forest. We were staking out roads and the “landscape consultant” came up to our rig. He was the recently retired supervisor of the Deschutes National forest and why the developers hired HIM to layout their multimillion dollar golf resort was anybody’s guess. He’d been artistically trimming and felling pines along the roads. Says to us “Hey, you boys seen one of the little dealies that you tighten the saw with? (this guy is a professional forester, mind you) I lost it along the road hereabouts. You know, its got like a screw driver on one end (former hot-shot fire boss) . A thing for turning bolts and spark plugs on t’other side (40 year USFS big shot). 'bout yay big”.
Um, a scrench?
“Yeah! That’s it. It's a scrench. Seen my scrench?”
