Here the linesman do not trust people to do the right thing, when they are working on a line, they use a grounding wire on each side of them to keep from getting lit. If I was a linesman, this is the habit I would get into unless I had a death wish. (Some days I do, I am married after all).
We have never had a good working relationship with linesman though. Back in the 1950's, right where my house now sits, there was a rock that my Grandfather had to farm around. He already had, but one day, him and his Brother decided to do something about said rock. Now typically when they came up with these plans it was when they had partaken in the Cider Barrel quite deeply, and this was a typical day. Another thing they were prone do do when partaking in said Hard Cider Barrel, was to get into the box of dynamite. It was only natural to use a little dynamite to remove the rock.
Of course there are a few ingredients you can use to fortify the dynamite and while we know what those ingredients are, they will not be discussed at this time for fear of falling into the wrong hands. Let's just say a farm has plenty on hand to make a big boom.
Well since they put a little dynamite under the rock, recalculated...added a bit more copper sulfate...then added a wee bit more. Then they touched her off.
What they did not know was that the rock was not a boulder, but a flab slab type of rock. It took the blast like a fat kid doing a belly flop off a high dive, and launched that rock skyward into a perfect arc. The rock was only 70 feet from the road, so you can imagine at that proximity, the rock fell back to earth and landed right on the power lines snapping the wires in half. Naturally they had to call the CMP linesman who showed up to see two drunk guys and a smouldering rock in the ditch. "Damn meteor" was all they said.