Huntin’ Season

Me and my boys are reaching the tipping point with the current state of affairs. Being forced to drive an hour to ride and not being able to skin up our local hillsides for fresh turns can make a person irate. Little did I know my riding buddies, with an eclectic mix of Mafia and redneck roots, would take their frustration to the next level. Just the other day we were out riding Cow Canyon near Reno. I had a few mechanicals, D-Man was griping about The Man and other conspiracy theory related banter, and Stone had that glossed over look like he had just done a few ‘favors’. Then an elk appeared out of nowhere, trying to poach OUR singletrack, and we were having none of it. Once you have a look at these photos you’ll see why it’s not a wise decision to cross an angry biker. Because when it’s not quite ski season and not quite riding season, it’s always huntin’ season…