No real reason to go. Everybody got along fine with each other and with the Drilling Superintendant that Hydroco sent to replace Tiny Small. We all just started getting restless at being in one place too long. That’s a gypsy for you. The camp had gotten big enough so’s business went on as usual when we took off with Sprocket and Munchkin and Big Red and Lady Jane. We headed down to the Gulf Coast and bounced around randomly, doing a little workover stuff at Chocolate Bayou, then moving over and drilling on a couple of government-sponsored reserve wells at Hoskins Mound. Probably should have stayed with that particular deal longer than we did. Those federal boys surely did know how to spend the money. But Sprocket was a deep rig. All those shallow, easy wells didn’t stretch him out at all, so we drifted along, pretty much staying together, running out of the same camps. Doc and Sabrina turned into a major item, so that explained Lady Jane staying with us. Me and Star spent as much time together as our jobs allowed.
