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Started by The Skeletal Atheist, August 31, 2017, 10:54:20 PM

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SGOS

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I worked one fall with the Forest Service Engineers.  Kind of a fancy name for surveyors.  All we did back then was put in logging roads.  It was kind of fun discovering places of beauty in areas I would never have gone on my own.  Of course the roads eventually wrecked the beauty, turning great vistas into seas of clear cuts, but I got to see it before that happened.  Like you, I was a rodman.  Actually, I think the description was Rod and Chain Man.  In those days we used actual rods, and measured point to point with a steel chain, which wasn't really a chain, but looked like a Roto-Rooter with measuring marks embedded into it.  The bright guy on the crew ran the transit that measured the direction from the last point.  The value of a transit these days is probably determined by artifact collectors and junk dealers.

More fun than locating roads was a two year project locating the boundaries of old mining claims, which were established and turned over to private owners who would poke about hoping to find something of value in the dirt back in the late 1800s.  None of them ever contained enough minerals to sustain a family, but over the years they would change ownership because some astute gold bug would go to the county court house and find out what claims had been abandoned and left by the owner with unpaid taxes.  They could be "purchased for taxes," often for a few hundred dollars, and then eventually be abandoned again.  These claims were often 200 acres or more, and eventually became quite valuable as the national forests began to run out of timber, and logging companies were searching harder and harder and going deeper into the woods.  The Forest Service needed to know what property wasn't theirs, so they wouldn't be cutting down someone else's trees.

We would work from old surveyor notes, searching for corner stones that were actual rocks inscribed and left face down to protect the inscriptions.  There will helpful hints in the notes such as "lying 43 feet 132 degrees from a Douglas Fir with a blaze mark facing the stone."  Of course, the trees had often toppled over, but we could sometimes locate the stone with the help of the broken stump.  It was like a treasure hunt turning over stones looking for something written on them.

GrinningYMIR

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SGOS

We built more than roads.  Here is a trail visible from this shot using Google Earth.  We constructed this two miles of tail starting on the lake on the right to where it disappears into the trees on the top left.  We lived at the lake for two summers  in wall tents, each with it's own stove, and had our own cook.  The trail was planned to go from one end of the divide to the other following the main ridge, probably about 60 miles, but the project was shut down after 7 miles when the government designated the mountain range as wilderness in 1964.  The surveying equipment was nothing more than an abney level which fit in your pocket because the only thing we were concerned about was that the trail grade never exceed 10%.

Much of the construction was done with dynamite sometimes 200 sticks at a time.  I got to press the button a couple of times, which was always a thrill.


Baruch

Yes, I understand that Corp of Engineers knows what C4 is good for ;-)
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The Skeletal Atheist

Quote from: SGOS on September 01, 2017, 11:45:30 AM
I worked one fall with the Forest Service Engineers.  Kind of a fancy name for surveyors.  All we did back then was put in logging roads.  It was kind of fun discovering places of beauty in areas I would never have gone on my own.  Of course the roads eventually wrecked the beauty, turning great vistas into seas of clear cuts, but I got to see it before that happened.  Like you, I was a rodman.  Actually, I think the description was Rod and Chain Man.  In those days we used actual rods, and measured point to point with a steel chain, which wasn't really a chain, but looked like a Roto-Rooter with measuring marks embedded into it.  The bright guy on the crew ran the transit that measured the direction from the last point.  The value of a transit these days is probably determined by artifact collectors and junk dealers.

More fun than locating roads was a two year project locating the boundaries of old mining claims, which were established and turned over to private owners who would poke about hoping to find something of value in the dirt back in the late 1800s.  None of them ever contained enough minerals to sustain a family, but over the years they would change ownership because some astute gold bug would go to the county court house and find out what claims had been abandoned and left by the owner with unpaid taxes.  They could be "purchased for taxes," often for a few hundred dollars, and then eventually be abandoned again.  These claims were often 200 acres or more, and eventually became quite valuable as the national forests began to run out of timber, and logging companies were searching harder and harder and going deeper into the woods.  The Forest Service needed to know what property wasn't theirs, so they wouldn't be cutting down someone else's trees.

We would work from old surveyor notes, searching for corner stones that were actual rocks inscribed and left face down to protect the inscriptions.  There will helpful hints in the notes such as "lying 43 feet 132 degrees from a Douglas Fir with a blaze mark facing the stone."  Of course, the trees had often toppled over, but we could sometimes locate the stone with the help of the broken stump.  It was like a treasure hunt turning over stones looking for something written on them.

Cool! My boss started in the steel chain days. I definitely like the exploration aspect of the whole thing.
Some people need to be beaten with a smart stick.

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The Skeletal Atheist

Quote from: GrinningYMIR on September 01, 2017, 12:27:28 PM
Would you define your homo as raging flaming or pornhubrec level?

Asking the important questions
Define pornhubrec.
Some people need to be beaten with a smart stick.

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Kein Mitlied F�r Die Mehrheit!

The Skeletal Atheist

Some people need to be beaten with a smart stick.

Kein Mehrheit Fur Die Mitleid!

Kein Mitlied F�r Die Mehrheit!

SGOS

Quote from: Baruch on September 01, 2017, 03:08:04 PM
Yes, I understand that Corp of Engineers knows what C4 is good for ;-)
I never worked for the Corps.  But they are even worse than the Forest Service.

GrinningYMIR

"Human history is a litany of blood shed over differing ideals of rulership and afterlife"<br /><br />Governor of the 32nd Province of the New Lunar Republic. Luna Nobis Custodit

The Skeletal Atheist

Quote from: GrinningYMIR on September 01, 2017, 06:29:41 PM
Hardcore gay recording for millions to watch on pornhub
I mean, I guess I act like a "typical guy". I'll either shake your hand or kick your ass.
Some people need to be beaten with a smart stick.

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Kein Mitlied F�r Die Mehrheit!

GrinningYMIR

Quote from: The Skeletal Atheist on September 01, 2017, 06:37:28 PM
I mean, I guess I act like a "typical guy". I'll either shake your hand or kick your ass.


I can keep going with homo questions
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aitm

I must admit that you look better from the rear.....coming from a straight guy...take it for what it's worth.
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The Skeletal Atheist

Quote from: GrinningYMIR on September 01, 2017, 07:45:18 PM

I can keep going with homo questions
You can but I'm not gonna fuck you.

Neither are any of the girls.
Some people need to be beaten with a smart stick.

Kein Mehrheit Fur Die Mitleid!

Kein Mitlied F�r Die Mehrheit!

GrinningYMIR

Quote from: The Skeletal Atheist on September 01, 2017, 09:18:25 PM
You can but I'm not gonna fuck you.

Neither are any of the girls.

I have a girlfriend tho

"Human history is a litany of blood shed over differing ideals of rulership and afterlife"<br /><br />Governor of the 32nd Province of the New Lunar Republic. Luna Nobis Custodit