This guest column highlights a recent drilling escapade.
Mike sparked a fire in me. I not only had pictures, but a good working knowledge of a spring pole since I had played with one as a kid. I was raring and ready to go! There was just one problem: When you're a “well driller extraordinaire,” simple is not your strong suit. Just like my mentor, Wile E. Coyote, the head gears started to turn! Most men of my age would have some sort of, well, other pleasurable dreams, but I would lay awake in the morning and at night dreaming of how I would erect this rig. Despite all the mental planning, I am typical of the male species, and it boiled down to the very last minute before I actually got started.