I called my own surveyor. A guy named Tom I’d worked with on a commercial job once. Asked him to come out and verify the boundaries.
Tom showed up two days later with his equipment. Spent an hour measuring, checking county records, comparing my deed to the physical markers.When he was done, he showed me the results.
“Your driveway is entirely on your property. The boundary line runs about two feet into Brent’s yard—the grass, not the gravel. He’s got no claim to your driveway.”
“And his survey?”
Tom looked at the document Brent had shown me. Frowned.
“This is sloppy. Wrong reference points. Bad measurements. Either the surveyor was incompetent or someone told him what result they wanted.”I took Tom’s survey to Brent. Knocked on his door. Handed it to him.
“This is from a certified surveyor. Independent. Shows the driveway is mine. You’ve got no claim.”
Brent read it. His face reddened.
“I don’t accept this.”
“You don’t have to. It’s a legal document. Matches my deed. Matches county records.”“I’ll get a second opinion.”
