Jim Beath

We're lucky to be working in a safety culture. Is it becoming an industry of its own? I'd say yes, and we can’t stop it, nor should we. If we just follow the light that the safety gods shine at our feet, all might be well. Right? Who knows? I do know that if I hadn’t broken my wrist, you wouldn't be reading this. 

Thanks for taking the time to read this story, I hope you liked it. Until next time, remember to never take too many sudafeds, or tamper with nasal spray bottles.  

The Driller announced Jim as the winner in New Orleans at Groundwater Week

From Army basic training to broken rigs, green lights, and the people who shaped a driller for life.

Thanks for taking the time to read this story, I hope you enjoyed it, and until next time, work hard for what you want, and if you don't know what you want just work hard. 

I’ve made holes of every kind, distillation shafts, dewatering shafts, ventilation shafts , mast arm shafts, injection wells.

A Driller’s Life returns with Jim Beath’s unforgettable first day on the rig; a story of mud, mentorship, and the kind of lessons you only learn once you’ve got your hands on the throttle.

It all starts with a driller, a bowl of Kaboom cereal, and a mom in a fuzzy blue robe. Ends with prison, Pizza Hut, and a pastor with one less thumb. Yes, it’s all true — meet Jim Beath.