We were drilling a hole near Winnsboro, La and there was a local guy on the rig. Great hand and funny as all get out. One day his wife and her mother drove up on location and the fellow walked out to talk to them. The women never got out of the truck and he was standing there talking to them and pointing down at the ground. He'd talk and then point, talk then point. This went on for 10 min. or so and finally the women left. Asked the fellow was everything ok and he said it was. Then he went on to explain that the women were fixing to kill a hog and he was explaining to them how and where to shoot the hog. He said the last one they shot, they made a bad shot, the hog broke out of the pen, and it took him a couple of days to get close enough to shoot the hog and kill it. Didn't want to have to go thru that again.
Same fellow worked derricks and Winnsboro, La. back in those days was cotton country, so we would see crop dusters all the time. We were pulling pipe one day and he was up on the board playing like he was an airplane. We pulled up another stand, broke it out, and set it back, but he didn't unlatch it. We looked up and there he was, hanging by the safety harness, about 75' or so up in the air. We slung the air hoist line to him and pulled him back up to the board. When asked about it, he just said, "I crashed". Never bothered him a bit.
