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I Still Got My Oilfield Pride….

As the days pass by and the work dries up, I start to wonder where it all went.
My little girl asks me to buy her this and that, I look at her, shaking my head knowing all the moneys all spent.

My loving wife started working full-time to help us pay the bills, as I drive down the road, looking for work, all the stacked rigs I see gives me chills.

I miss the guys on the rigs, the bond we had, the brotherhood of working the patch. Whatever my next job is, that same feeling will be hard to match.

I used to have a swagger when I walked, knowing that I could provide, with the jobs all gone and all eye’s on me, now all I have left is my oilfield pride !!!!!

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A cool Poem submitted to us from @Jay Calk…….

“Its another lonely day on this hell bent rig,piling weight upon the bit to make that sucker dig.

i heard a thumping noise coming from the pump,i lifted up my head and watched the kelly hose jump.

i unchained the brake and grabbed that ole clutch,i shifted into low giving the throttle just a touch.i kicked out the pump and yelled “GET IT DONE”,they’re changing out a seat in the hot summer sun.

Its times like these that i really love my job,chompin on these boys like corn on the cob.they’ll put it back together and we’ll start it up again,100 strokes per minute until the very end.

When one things fixed another thing breaks,patience heart and love is all that it takes.we’ll drill it all down just to pull it out again,these boys are ballin on NOMAC 110

-Jay Calk”

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Funny Story About A GOAT On A Drilling Rig……

I was working for Tom Hansen Co. It was a wireline and tube testing outfit and we were out of Odessa, but they had many other locations.

It was always a rush to get picked to do a Marathon job because they were very demanding and it was good money. Shallow holes-1500-2000 TD on most. Rugged terrain-all sand..

We would shoot the well and it would flow without fracking -prime real estate. anyhow, we always came across this billy goat , hence the name billy.

This old boy had been around the block. Very easy going , as long as you were feeding him.The spray painting /tagging was something you won’t likely ever see in your area. It was blue paint and it like a gang tattoo.

Everyone loved the old goat. This was in 1984.. If fed enough, I’m sure he lasted many years after… Did I mention it was HOT down there ?

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I Wrote This For My Oilfield Man….

Jessica-poem

My Oilfield Man misses out on a lot, But you will never hear him complain. Even when he works 36 hours straight, he still gets back up……..

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Listen To Her Sing “Oil Rig Boys”

This song will steal your heart! She is an oilfield worker herself and she is singing all about her days in the patch. Have a listen and watch the video now !!!!!

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