A driller is a paradox—he is an overall executive; he’s a master mechanic; a meteorologist required to accurately predict weather changes at a moment’s notice; a personnel director with grease under his fingernails; a witcher with extrasensory perception for locating all dangers and minerals buried below the surface of the ground; a doctor of medicine specializing in treatment of hay fever, poison ivy, chapped skin and small bruises and lacerations; he’s a chemical mixologist who combines large quantities of muds, polymers, and resins for the purpose of defying the laws of gravity. He manages more capital equipment than most doctors, lawyers, and businessmen in the city; he performs all these functions within 100 feet of the back of this truck while wearing a hard hat, gloves, and steel-toed shoes.
A driller likes sunshine, cool breezes, good food, auctions, state fairs, his collar unbuttoned, quiet running engines, and above all, a solid level spot to work from.
Drillers are found in fields, on hills, in valleys, along roads, near bridges, and sometimes at welding shops. They auger, wash, bore, mud, core, ream, grout, bail, lift, tug, shovel, and learn to curse at an early age. Farms are sympathetic to them, geologists confuse them, engineers underestimate them, salesmen wait to detain them, wives love and tolerate them, but it takes heaven to stop them.
A driller is both faith and fatalist—he must maintain faith to constantly meet the challenges that are pressed onto his shoulders amid an ever-present possibility that an act of God, such as torrential rain, deep snow, electrical storm, or soft ground, can bring his business to a standstill. You can confine his ability, but you can’t restrain his ambition.
He’s not much for deep ditches, tall weeds, pesky insects, muddy fields, or helping with the housework.
Might as well put up with him—he is your friend, your competitor, your customer, your neighbour, your fellow-worker, and a denim-dressed, business-wise, fast-growing statesman of stature.
So, when next you meet at his favourite watering hole, recognize him and recharge his spirits by lifting your glass and saying, “This one’s for you!”
(This information comes from the July 1989 issue of Water Well Journal, but it originally came from the Kansas Water Well Association Newsletter.)