Wildcatter's Dream

There he is, front and center, with the lease in one hand and the other on his hip, looking like he was sure the whole time. Always wore that boater hat and those dude boots. Always brought Tom with him. Tom was his dog.  That's Tom peaking out between J.B.'s legs. Who the heck names a dog Tom, anyway? Opportunity sings out to individuals who are individuals and J. B. knew the song. He was a poor boy who got pushed around a lot as a kid, but on this day he knew what it felt like to win. And he won again and again. Even after the money didn't matter anymore he kept going back. Kept sinking wells. It was about the challenge. About proving himself. About showing them hell yes he could. That spirit still lives. It can't die as long as you let it have a place in your heart and gut. Here is the wildcatter living his dream on a perfect spring day in 1919. Print Number Eight in the C. A. Warner Memorial Series of Historic Texas Oil Field Images. Physical Details 24 by 18 inches Limited Edit