In the line of fire - Cycling in NW Wisconsin during hunting opener.

It seemed like the perfect solution, Mrs Brewski had to work all weekend, Half Pint wanted to visit Grannie's house, and I as always wanted to be outdoors playing, So of to Grannies it was, willing childcare allows me to ride, Half Pint gets to throw rocks in water and Mrs Brewski gets a weekend to herself.

I've been on a roll with Mountain Biking as of late and was looking forward to exploring more of the single track up in Birkie land. Then it occurred to me Deer opener, damn. But surely the roads are safe, right?

Err it appears that common wisdom is that this is not the case. My father in law persuaded me not to wear the brown windbreaker I like to wear in the fall. ( I was later informed that the motto of all hunters is "If it's brown it's going down", I guess this explains the lack of racial diversity in the hunting crowd)but bugger it, a weekend without exercise seemed like it would be wasting my god given time on earth so of I went for a quick 23 miler.

On stopping at the store for my traditional mid ride beverage I was given a hard time by the occupants for a distinct lack of orange clothing. After this I tried to stay out of the aero bars as much as possible working on the theory that my silhouette would be far less deer like, and every tim I passed a parked truck I would sing some bagpipe music out loud. I'm pretty sure that whatever a deer would sing to itself as it went down the road at 20 m.p.h. it's probably not pipe music.(I don't know I always imagined deer would like classic rock, I envision them as being huge fans of C.C.R. - I think it's because I think of them as dumb herdlike creatures)

Anyway suffice to say I made it back in one piece and will be much smarter next year when hunting season comes along.