I well remember those good old days of doodlebugging, having worked on a crew during the summer of 1952, hustling three inch casing, pump, dynamite, drill bits and Stillson wrenches through neck-deep water in the swamps of the Atchafalaya Basin from shot point to shot point. We'd drill down 130 feet turning the casing with Stillson wrenches, set the charges, string a jug line and let 'er rip. For a young farm boy, it was a piece of cake.
