I can remember when my dad was working for George E. Failing Company as a salesman and troubleshooter. He usually hung out at Failing Plant No. 2 in South Enid, Okla., where the original Failing drill sat outside for many years. That rig was my playground.
Last month, I wrote about fishing for tools that were loosely lodged in the drill hole or perhaps for a bit wedged into the casing shoe by a stone, pebble or what have you. This month, we are going after a string of tools that is really stuck for whatever reason, and either contains no drilling jars or the drilling jars have become stuck.
In
my last column I talked briefly about fishing for food on the ice and that one
had better be careful how thick the ice was or they could be in a rough spot.
Dear
readers, I’m writing this in very early January 2013 and although you will read
this a little later, I hope you had a prosperous and safe holiday.
Before
state well regulations and drilling licensing was required, our company would
occasionally drill a well inside a property where a basement was to be built.
Although
I have been talking about well casing and drop pipe in several recent columns,
I did wander off with some thoughts about conventions of the past last time.
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