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Speaking of Water
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Fern(Mi)    Posted 11-17-2004 at 17:58:23       [Reply]  [No Email]
"if I can find someone who has the gift..." Is key. I have witched wells and must admit I haven't always done it the first try. I'm guessing it has to do with body chemistry, magnetism and/or height of electrical energy flowing through the individual's body‘s nervous system. Of course, where I live water is everywhere provide you have the money to pay the man to drill for it.

My daughter and SIL hard pressed for cash starting a married life together found it difficult saving up the advanced cash the well man/men wanted. Almost there emergencies cropped up biting deep into their savings.

Meantime, desperate for water He tried driving an inch-and-a-quarter pipe with a rope gimleting it about a car wheel he had fastened to an old JD A belt pulley. Meanwhile, they hauled water for drinking and cooking, bathing and doing laundry at mom’s house.

He read an add for a well drilling machine complete with mud pump and tanks. Drove a few miles and had his own well drilling machine. A few days later he calls me out of frustration already haven driven three dry holes and asks me if I would try witching him up some water. Not guaranteeing results I had said I would try.

Giving it a go, I walked south to north with a fresh forked willow stick in my hands. I had cut several. East/West/North/South nor direction traveled is in-material. Just start somewhere/someway. It had to have been my day. The willow twisting in my hands moved up and over, regardless my grip. Twisting the bark as it followed my carcass to my shoes. I marked the spot, and continued on once more with another stick. Moving, over several yards east I started my walk south, again a new willow in my hands twisting as before, as marked the place and continued on to the southern most point of property line boundary. Once again moving East and walking north the willow did its magic again. Moving over twice more for across the property walks a pattern had appeared. The marks somewhat in line to each other I had located an underground stream.
“Drill a well along this line,” I had told him, “you will hit water.”
Probably thinking he’d be a smart-a$$, he asked me “How Deep?”
“Get us something to sit upon for a spell I’ll tell ya.” Which he did with some skepticism. And, we sat down, myself holding a three foot brass brazing rod. “Count the bounces with me.”
“Do what?” he asked.
It had started, “Shut the heck up and count.” I insisted. “I ain’t staying the nite!” One… two… three… starting light bounces at first increasing with intensity until I could assume it would be about half way through the cycles count, the pulsations lightening up to none… Sixty three… sixty four… sixty five… and it was done. “My off hand guess water is sixty five feet down.”
He scoffed at the idea. A few days later passing near, I stopped to check on daughter great with child. He was drilling on my line. The next day, having sunk a four inch well casing some sixty feet, he was just finishing up the one inch and a quarter pipe with a point on it to sixty eight feet, when my daughter had opened the door and told him, “It’s time!”
He asks, “Time for what?”
“Time to go to the hospital! And you only get one guess what for!”
Eighteen years ago this Thanksgiving Day, our first grandchild was born. Delivered by a Doctor, I had spoken to thus. “Most baby’s are stork delivered. However, in our case our first grandchild shall be delivered by a real Turkey!“ It was a couple hours before he came back to me laughing.

Later that night when SIL returned home their house was sitting in the middle of a lake. To get in he did it bare footed his pants rolled up. He had hit artesian water.
Fernan



Gerrit    Posted 11-18-2004 at 01:33:39       [Reply]  [No Email]
Hey Fern,

Well that's a nice story! Don't you feel like spending some weeks in the Caribbean this winter? Nice weather, Patria cooks real good.. what else do I need to say? lol

I really wish I could find someone with the "gift"..

Have a nice day,
Gerrit


Fern(Mi)    Posted 11-18-2004 at 03:06:20       [Reply]  [No Email]
Gerrit. Patria:
Do wish I could come down and help ya out. Only I'm afraid I might not clear the Eire Canal into the Hudson river before that whole water system iced over. I'm just not as fast a canoe paddler as I once was. The inner coastal water way ought to be a scenic breeze but pushing that Old Town canoe by the Bahamas sort of worries me. Only real traveling time would be next Spring, and then I don’t know whether I would really have the time to make it back for the haying season.
Fernan
May I suggest looking around down there. Somebody must know somebody with even some Voo Doo tendencies, being your living on one of them Caribbean Islands. A real nervous relative type maybe.


Patria    Posted 11-17-2004 at 18:56:34       [Reply]  [No Email]
Fern, you guys are getting us interested in this "gift" gift...

Tomorrow we are going to check on the neighbor with the water well.

Hey Fern..I have a question, and perhaps a stupid one too. Is there any guarantee, or better yet, a higher chance of success of hitting water when you are pinching an area close to a river or a brook? Say about 50meters from it.

We buy bottled water for the kitchen.
The toilets are being flushed with rain water we collect from the roof in 60 gallons containers. It's been raining..thank God!
And we won't go to bed without a 'bath'..a good one eh!
We have a couple of big containers with lids in the laundry room filled with water that will last until tomorrow.
The strikers have been sitting at the !@#$%^& negotiation's table for over 45 days! The president of that union had a visit from the FBI..the guys took some important documents he had in his home..I think his Jaguar days are coming to an end..

oh btw..nice story, Fern!


Mike Ga    Posted 11-17-2004 at 18:53:17       [Reply]  [No Email]
Your stories never fail to amaze me. Did this realy happen or you just fooling us.


Fern(Mi)    Posted 11-18-2004 at 02:53:21       [Reply]  [No Email]
This was for real. While that well was no gusher, it did have a half inch head on it. To this day they only need any $5.00 yard sale pump to add adequate working pressure for the water to work their plumbing.
I have seen guys do it at the drop of a hat. Have seen a telephone repairman use bent welding rods to find buried wires. I can’t do it, or I haven’t really tried hard enough. Seems I need to be a bit tired or strung out, kind-a like in an anxious mood or mode to find water.
Fernan




Patria    Posted 11-17-2004 at 18:58:38       [Reply]  [No Email]
hm naww..you think so? LOL

Now seriously. You think so?


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