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As a Landman, my work can be pretty dull. It’s a 2 – 3 hour long, quiet drive to crawl through old records vaults, and then drive back to translate legalese into algebraic equations. It’s like being a Mercenary Librarian or History Detective, all the action has long since been covered in dust.
But when I’m flying down the highway in tornadic conditions to get copies of original Grants from the Land Run, I feel more like Indiana Jones than I ever could have dreamed for.