In the Woods

I got to spend the waning hours of sunshine today in complete solitude with my trials bike and the woods. Very nice, I must say. I went around the loop and taped off the sections and put up the start and end markers for the trials this week-end.

The leaves are in their first stages of dropping because the trails that I rode last evening, and the evening before had way more leaves on them today than they did yestarday. And the mushrooms are freaking unbelieveable. Have been for a couple of weeks now. They're everywhere and are all different shapes and textures and sizes. The Captain and I saw one last week that was the size of a motorbike helmet. I've been trying to get some pictures of the 'shrooms but I'm afraid my camera was made by Hoover. It sucks.......

Anyway, I rode in complete solitude today except for a couple of encounters with some wild turkeys, and the spike buck white-tail deer with a couple of does (Ho's) that he either had interested in him or vice-versa (CHEAP TRICK. "He's a Whore").

I think that the rut may be in it's first stages too, what about it Captain?

I scared up this same crew of deer no less than three times in an hour-and-a-half period. They'd make a collective dash in my peripheral and I'd instantly hit the kill button, and then try and roll to as soft a stop as I could, crunchy leaves included. All three times they would check up, and check me over quite closely, and then would just hold their ground and keep an eye on me, but they seemed to continue with their business. The does would sniff like hell towards me, all bug-eyed, something I'd never been close enough to a white-tail in the woods before to see. We would end up in a semi-circle, sometimes with me in the middle, and the four of us would have fit in a Dairy Queen dining area, we were so tight. The duration of me and my smell that they could stand before one of them initiated the bolt was easily several minutes. It was cool as shit, I talked to them and grunted and whistled and snorted, but kept very still, and they were totally nonchalant. Made me nervous as hell.

I had on some shades so I wonder if not being able to see my eyes had anything to do with their timidness. Of course, the big old helmet on my head may have been confusing to them, they may have thought I was some sort of mucked up big old mushroom.

AHRMA / STRA / ITSA National Trials this week-end, the 8th and 9th, out at the B&J Ranch. Directions are right HERE. Come on out, you'll dig it. Pig & Pie Bar-B-Cue on site.

L8R
PWA