> About 30 years ago, I was setting a corner in an older neighborhood at a corner that fit every measurement and bearing it could - the old neighborhood was laid out well with plenty of monuments to be found. We were happy with the location, but the 85 year old neighbor lady wasn't. She stood near where we were setting the rod for corner beside her husband and daughter and complained the whole time. We had already remeasured her front and back distances from her corners to show her that she was getting all her distances, but no amount of reasoning with her would pacify her, so we began to set the corner. I took line and we measured the distance and after we made a slight adjustment, my rodman placed his index finger on top of the rod to give me one last look through the instrument. As his other fingers left the rod, the old lady took about two steps and place kicked it, end over end, as perfectly as any NFL place kicker I have ever seen. It narrowly missed the face of the other rodman standing nearby and probably went about 30 feet. We left, but got to come back and set it later after her husband and daughter were finally able to reason with her.
Very good story.