Before they dug our well, I dowsed a really “hot” spot out by fence beside the lane.
They said no, we don’t want to dig there.
It’s not a good spot.
They went down almost 400 feet at the spot they dug.
Cost a damn fortune.
About two months later, the guy a hundred yards across the road dug in a straight line from the spot I picked.
He hit an Artesian well and the water geysered for a week before they were able to cap it off.
He has the cheapest well anyone ever heard of.
His water is crystal clear while ours is muddy, due to digging so far unto the bedrock, into a half ass underground spring.
Nobody listens to me.
Only good thing was my dad paid for the digging, not me.