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<blockquote data-quote="greybeard" data-source="post: 1747379" data-attributes="member: 18945"><p>I rattled that iron on rigs in S Louisiana and Texas/Miss/Oklahoma for over a decade. No actual lunch break on a rig unless you're WOC. Derrick hand sticks a burrito or a samich in his coverall pocket and gobbles it down between stands going up or back in the hole. That was in the days when you got to the monkey board by riding the elevators up and floorhands still knew how to throw a spinning chain. Rain/shine/heat/hail/snow or whatever. No Christmas or Thanksgiving break either unless the company man said so.</p><p>I've seen whole day crew fired as soon as they rolled up because they were an hour late and the mid tour had to work over. (Pusher that fired 'em had to get on the brake since he ran the driller off too)</p><p>Drive up in a howling storm, just as the morning tour was setting the kelly back to pull a plugged bit on 12,000 ft of wet string of oil base mud pipe...now we're workin... Not quite back as far as wooden derricks and iron men but not far removed from it. </p><p>Daylight doubles were a little different than a 24/7 triple. They'd shut down at the drop of a hat.</p><p></p><p>I watched a sly derrick hand one cold night, take a little jar of crunchy peanut butter up with him, about 3 hrs later holler down he had to come down to poop and of course, the driller naturally just ignored him and kept sending stands up. Twice more the derrick hand hollered he had to come down, to no avail and the elevators kept making their trip up and down.. Meanwhile Derrick hand rolled out some peanut butter turds and dropped his coveralls, and hung his bare hairy ass out over the monkey board and dropped those peanut butter turds down between his legs onto the rotary table below. The floor hands scattered after the 1st one hit the floor. SPLAT!! <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite18" alt=":ROFLMAO:" title="ROFL :ROFLMAO:" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":ROFLMAO:" /> </p><p>Those were the good days..</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="greybeard, post: 1747379, member: 18945"] I rattled that iron on rigs in S Louisiana and Texas/Miss/Oklahoma for over a decade. No actual lunch break on a rig unless you're WOC. Derrick hand sticks a burrito or a samich in his coverall pocket and gobbles it down between stands going up or back in the hole. That was in the days when you got to the monkey board by riding the elevators up and floorhands still knew how to throw a spinning chain. Rain/shine/heat/hail/snow or whatever. No Christmas or Thanksgiving break either unless the company man said so. I've seen whole day crew fired as soon as they rolled up because they were an hour late and the mid tour had to work over. (Pusher that fired 'em had to get on the brake since he ran the driller off too) Drive up in a howling storm, just as the morning tour was setting the kelly back to pull a plugged bit on 12,000 ft of wet string of oil base mud pipe...now we're workin... Not quite back as far as wooden derricks and iron men but not far removed from it. Daylight doubles were a little different than a 24/7 triple. They'd shut down at the drop of a hat. I watched a sly derrick hand one cold night, take a little jar of crunchy peanut butter up with him, about 3 hrs later holler down he had to come down to poop and of course, the driller naturally just ignored him and kept sending stands up. Twice more the derrick hand hollered he had to come down, to no avail and the elevators kept making their trip up and down.. Meanwhile Derrick hand rolled out some peanut butter turds and dropped his coveralls, and hung his bare hairy ass out over the monkey board and dropped those peanut butter turds down between his legs onto the rotary table below. The floor hands scattered after the 1st one hit the floor. SPLAT!! :ROFLMAO: Those were the good days.. [/QUOTE]
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