Worked for a company that had radios on every rig and you could hear the morning report from most of the rigs. When waiting for cement to dry, it was abbreviated WOC in the log book, but when calling in the report, it was 'fu_king the dog'. The company hired an office woman that learned to take the reports, so instead of 'fu_king the dog' it was changed to 'chasing the dog'. One day one of the drillers forgot while giving the report and said x number of hrs 'fu_king the dog'. Woman never said a thing.
Our rig report was next and when our driller asked the lady how things were going, she replied, "Well, I found out what happens when yall catch the dog".
Geronimo line was tied to a tree on a land rig. Saw a derrickman ride it down one day, but he forgot or either didn't know how to slow it down..... hit that tree and had to be going 40 mph. He lay there a while, but was all right.
Had 2 fellows bickering all the time. One day one of them went to the porta-potty. Now the potty had no bottom. We just dug a hole and filled it in at the end of the job. The other fellow tied the door shut with a rope, hooked his truck to the rope and pulled the porta-potty down the rig road a couple hundred yds, porta-potty bouncing like a rubber ball. Cut the rope loose from the truck and drove off.... never saw him again. We cut the rope and let the fellow out of the potty, he left, gonna kill the other guy. Never saw him again, either. Didn't hear about any killings, so not sure what happened.
Had a shallow nitrogen blowout in western Ok., just before daylight one morning. Hard north wind blowing and the emergency slide was on the south side of the floor. Emptied hole over the crown, made a hell of a mess, about 2 1/2' of mud on the drill floor. Counting hands and 1 was missing, so we were wading thru the mud, trying to find him. After a while, somebody said here he comes and sure enough, he was walking back across a field, headed to the rig. When asked what happened, he said when it started to blow, he slid down the slide and ran. As long as it was raining mud, he kept running. Trouble was, he was running south and the wind was blowing south. He ran to the highway and a truck almost hit him as he crossed the road. The highway was 3/4 mile away.
One afternoon while on the rig in Ok, saw 6 tornadoes at one time, from the drill floor.
On a bad muddy location in N. La. one time and a new Thunderbird drove up. Fellow driving would push mud until it would go no further, back up and go around the pile and start pushing again. Finally got to the rig, older fellow got out and was wearing a suit. Waded thru mud, walked up steps to drill floor, washed off pants and shoes with water hose, hosed off floor and recoiled hose. Came up to top dog house and introduced himself. We talked a while and he left, wading thru the mud to the car and pushing up piles of mud as he drove away. A few weeks later, things had dried out and they had put white rock on the location. Up drove a new Lincoln. the same fellow got out, and came up to talk. When asked about cleaning up the Thunderbird, he just said, "It was too dirty to clean up, so I traded it for the Lincoln".
Was working offshore, doing a cement job. Cementing surface pipe, had finished pumping cement, and was pumping down the plug with the rig pumps. Shaker hand was suppose to open dump on shaker when the cement got back to the surface, and dump the excess cement overboard. He wanted a cup of coffee, so he left the shaker and went to the galley. Dont know how long he was there, but when the mud tanks filled with cement and it started back into the pumps, they found it. Had to dump the tanks and empty the pumps on the deck of the platform. Needless to say, he was fired.
