I have one almost as good. My Office sent me on a trip 265 Miles from my coverage area to do a Residential Search. It was to be a refi, so I sucked it up and left early Friday Morning before Dawn. I had done work in this County before, some Years back. I remembered the records were horrible. On my way up that morning I figured I would be there 1-2 Hours, since it was a refi, and get back to my area. WRONG, WRONG, WRONG. My subject to search had a very common last name. Smith. And an even more common first name. Johnny. When I got there, I went to  the Tax office to run Landroll. There, I was informed they were now on computer. The system was set up much like my local Counties. Lucy break. Only one problem. The system was not designed to run address, name only. And then it happened, I ran Smith, Johnny. Crossing my fingers all the while. Up pops screen after screen of Smith, Johnny. I called the Office and explained my situation, and that I would need a legal or parcel to proceed. When the office called back she advised the following. The Broker had advised her, per Mr. Smith, that the parcel I needed to search once belonged to a man named "Big Nathan". and everybody in town knew "Big Nathan" Additionally, this place is where "Big Nathan" was busted for growing Pot. Scratching my head and hearing the music from the Twilight Zone, I walked back inside the Tax Office. I could not believe I was about to ask the Clerk, if She knew of this place. As soon as I finished asking, an argument broke out over exactly where "Big Nathan" was growing the pot. The Twilight Zone music got louder in my Head. I called the Office back and demanded a legal or Parcel. After waiting 3 1/2 Hours I left to come back home. Defeated by the legend of "Big Nathan". Less than 10 miles from Home the phone rang. She announced no luck on a parcel or legal. The only thing she had there, ALL THE TIME, was a Book and Page number for the Deed.

Go Figure