Currently, though, there are significant items of "Aboriginal and European heritage" littered all over the site. They'll have to document these and then piss them off anyway, rather than leave them there, and that's where we came into the picture.
Three hundred and fifteen pegs. In a ten metre square grid. Never mind that the site has already been bulldozed some time ago, and that there are smashed old bits of stuff littered everywhere, really of not cultural significance any more at all. And guess who hammered those pegs in?
I'm going back to mining.
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Ah, that brings back memories, Vic. On a day like you've got there it can't have been that bad; when I used to set out grids and roads and crap it was usually in the depths of winter, up to my knees in freezing mud with the hail tearing my face off.
Come to think of it, mining is probably more pleasant than surveying.
Not necessarily more pleasant, I think it's more instant in the gratification. It's big, fascinating. When machines break in a big way they get fixed in a big way.
And there's no fucking snakes on draglines.
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