When my father and I did his well, we hauled barrels of water up from a creek a half mile away. We also captured the waste water and reused it after we let the clay settle out of it. At the bottom of the clay layer, we ran into a hard layer that the locals called hardpan that was tough to bust through but once we were through it, the well took all the wash water so we knew we broke through into the aquifer.





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