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True Tales From the Rig Floor

"YOU tell 'em."

"Not me, man. YOU tell 'em."

"Hell no, I ain't sayin' nothin' He'd break me plum in half. His arms are bigger than 5 1/2" casing."

"OK then."

"Fuck it. If he wants to eat everybody's samiches before lunch, let 'em.

"Yeah, that's what I'm thinkin.' Let them other hands sort it out. Fuck it."

"Yeah, fuck it."

"Let's get down off here and go to town, get a cheeseburger at Allsups. This dude don't look like he's in a good mood to me."

Yeah, I am right behind you."


This is how people talk in the oilfield. If it offends your sensitive nature, I am sorta sorry. It's just the way it is. These are real men, doing real work, pretty much 24/7, to feed their families.

There is social network on a drilling rig, or workover rig, that as a company man, or pusher, you just need to stay the hell out of. When a hand is holding up his end of the bargain, best leave him be.

This got sorted out, eventually, but some dust flew.


Photo above by the best fishing tool hand I EVER met younger than 50, Mike Rasco, Big Spring, Texas.


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