I am a 21 year old male who has lived on the shore line of Lake Huron in Ontario, Canada my whole life. The area where I live specifically is surrounded by farmland and dense forested areas that are home to many different animals and the occasional meth head. I had just graduated from lineman school in early 2017 and was hellbent on finding a job right off the bat.
I learned quickly that good paying jobs aren’t common so I took a job as a utility locator. For those of you who don’t know, what I do is find underground power lines, gas lines and telephone lines for home owners or contractors by using a fancy metal detector. This is important because being a locator means you have to go to some pretty strange locations such as abandon homes that are going to be knocked down. Anyway ill get on with the story.
On November 28th, 2017 I received a job for a home demolition and had to find the old hydro and telephone lines. The home owner wanted to meet me so I had a general area of where to stop locating. I gave him a call. He told me this house hasn’t been lived in since 1983 and that he had bought the house about 10 years ago. He had never stepped foot in it which I found odd. He said he would be at the house in about ten minutes.