The 1,000 Yard Stare
THIS is what 14 years of chasing unconventional shale oil does to a man. Somebody in the press is asking him about the price of oil and he is not even listening. He is dreaming of brown trout rising on caddis in a late evening hatch, of fading blue sky, the air cool and crisp, a glass of scotch waiting for him back on the veranda at the house. He wants to be done with the oil business. He can't wait. He has been there, done all that shit, and now just wants to leave it all behind. And fish.
I can tell. He looks like...me.