Year would have been bout 1975 . I was a floor hand on a drilling rig ...Luke Grace Drilling . We moved to near Stoneburg TX to drill a well . I was working morning tire , now 'tire' was Texan for ..tour , the shift you worked on . Back in the day 'tour' didn't mean anything to the old steam rig hands and to closest they could relate to tour was 'tire' so it lived on through the 70's .
Morning tire was from 11 pm to 7am ..the night shift so to speak . Morning tire laid the water line from the source (river , stock tank , creek , ect ) to the rig . Some time a short distance some time miles . Had to have water for drilling mud . I was working for a driller named Don Hale , Don is still with us , I see him from time to time a good guy , always liked Don . It was summer and it was hot , we laid bout 2 miles of 2 and 7/8 upset tubing , 30' joints in a day . Did I mention it was hot ?
As we got closer to the rig laying pipe we passed right by a windmill with a big galvanized stock tank , a pipe was sticking out of the mill and a steady trickle of water kept it full . I waked over and looked at it from a ways . DANG ! It looked cool .
We got the line laid and plumbed in , crews worked till near dark rigging up , got the derrick raised . I offered to 'dry watch' This was during the 70's oil boom and thieves were stealing boxes of drill pipe or any equipment . 'Dry watching ' was a term related to 'dry camp' which meant camping out with no water available . You got an extra days wages to dry watch .
I dry watched a lot , had a 12 volt bulb on a long extension and carried reading material . I thought about that stock tank , after dark I got down to my underwear , took a hand towel and headed out across the prairie with a flashlight . Had worked 12 hours in the heat , was tired and I'm sure I stunk pretty bad but I kept seeing that cool tank of water in my mind . Had to get through one bobbed wire fence (got to be careful getting through bobbed wire fences in your underwear) , tank was only bout a quarter
mile away .
I got to the windmill ! It was beautiful , the moon was out and the tank looked like a mirror , the mill was slowly turning , the water was dribbling into the tank making pretty rings , the moonlight was reflecting off the water like a pastoral picture . It was inspiring !
I I pulled my underwear off , hung em on the windmill with my hand towel , climbed the ladder and wanted to jump in to enhance this event ! I jumped into the tank expecting an amazing experience ! I cannonballed into the tank !
I came up and started gagging . The top of the water was pretty but the tank was 2/3 full of cow xxxx , it hadn't been cleaned out in a long time . Made it back to the rig carrying my towel and underwear . Going through a bobbed wire fence necked is dangerous . I had a one gallon bucket of drinking/coffee water ..it didn't make a dent in getting cleaned up . Next day my crew shunned me ..I stunk .
So ! What would be the moral to this story ?