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The nose of the plane rested on the ground. Some of the panels on top of the fuselage had been removed for salvage; the huge aircraft had filled with rainwater, and the frontal landing gear had collapsed under the weight. Using a rock as a hammer, we drove a heavy bolt through the underside of the fuselage, and the water rushed out so forcibly as to gouge a reservoir for itself in the hardened ground. While one of us built a perimeter wall to contain the overflow, the other excavated the long channel to irrigate our dried and distant property, for so long unproductive. To distribute the workload fairly we periodically changed positions.