Well, there was that coalbed gas well we were sitting, you know, the one where we used a diamond-drill to run the casing and the hydrological test string?

I remember sitting in the doghouse doing the dailies, and then there was this loud screeching noise and a crash. You looked out the window and said "holy shit!", and the Baker-Hughes guy ran out onto the lease waving his hands like a madman.

We fished for two days, and when we got the tool out of the hole, it was bent like a lightning bolt, hanging from one thread on the placement sub. And the Baker-Hughes guy pulled out the instrument section, and get this! All the recorders were still running.

I remember how surprised you were that we got useful data, even though we had to pay a hundred-thirty thou for the tool damage.