The convention that me and the two Daves attended lasts two nights. The following morning was the golf tournament. What a deal. Free Golf (or at least free to me). Free beer (I didn’t drink any) and free golf shirts (from Symcrude, not too many takers except us blood sucking natural gas gathering and processing guys).

Lots of prizes. Look at all the signs.

The tournament is a scramble type format. So I feel sorry for the guys who get stuck with me. I am truly a miserable golfer. But they are always good sports and the results take into account my handicap so it is not all downside getting a guy like me. We finished in second place in our flight and we each got $60 in cash. The guys in an oilfield tournament are a lot of fun. The world is their toilet. Women participate but they need to be good sports and avert their eyes when need be. The guys are a mess. I hear lots of really good jokes but they are not really repeatable here. I also hear lots of great new words. I won’t go into that either.

My ball striking was awful but I made a few good pitches and some putts. Not bad for somebody who plays twice a year. I spent half the money at a liquor store buying my favorite beer, Fat Tire. I like it but the Oklahoma powers have forbidden its sale in Oklahoma.

After the tournament we headed back to the hotel. The Dave who is my boss graciously offered the use of the rental car (a Suburban) to use in my next favorite activity. Wow! is a he a good guy or what! So I took him up on it and so I dropped the Dave’s off at the hotel and went out on the town to do a little skirt lifting. My favorite activity.

I love lifting skirts, I have done it all over Tulsa, Oklahoma City, Houston, Dallas, and San Antonio. I ‘ve learned to be careful because some people don’t like it and will call the police. It is not too cool to get caught! I’ve never been caught. I am very clever at it.

Below is a picture of the first skirt I lifted in this town after the golf tournament.

Its that light pole skirt over on top of the concrete cylinder on the left side of the photo. It has a magnetic key container underneath it. Oh, I meant geocaching is my favorite activity. Some of the caches are are called skirt lifters. What did you think I meant?

Actually I lifted only two skirts. I don’t like them too much. They are usually in parking lots and close to peoples cars and I like to do my skirt lifting in more secluded areas. They are considered a lame type cache to hide. But hey you don’t know what they are until you get there so you might as well get it.

For some reason most of the caches I found that day were in trees. The following one was in a park in a really bad area of town. I was in the tree rooting around trying to find it. Some guy with a dog shows up. I still had my golf togs on so I guess he thought I was some sort of forest ranger or something. He asked “Is that tree going to make it?” I said, “Yea I think so, it looks like the ice laid some of the branches down pretty bad, but it will be ok” He said “that’s good, I noticed that it had some damage.” I said, “no, it will be ok I think.” He said “great?” He left. I eventually found the cache.

The following is a picture of cache put out by a Family Dollar Store in a tree near their store. It took me a while to find.

I looked up and there was a Starbucks down the street. That was God’s way of saying “time to quite geocaching.” So I did. I had a venti Pike Place with cream. I have only 98 cents left on my card. Time to reload.