Wednesday of last week was a fairly cold day at 33 degrees. The winds were out of the West and were gusting to 20 miles per hour. I had to coax FGB into riding with me. It wasn’t like calling CK and receiving a hearty, “yeah what time do you want to go?” After getting FGB worked up and excited about riding we donned the necessary layers and mounted our aluminum steeds. After a short 1.9 miles FGB was saying how glad he was to be out riding. All it took was getting him past his fears that it would be cold.
If you notice in the picture I have a can of Halt hanging from my water pack courtesy of CK. Thanks CK it actually came into use on this ride, not just once but twice the can was actually fired at a persistent canine pursuer! The route we chose, of course, took us West into the wind. At about 6 miles into the ride we were attacked by a pit bull running loose. He charged at FGB so I slowed down and stuck my arm out so he’d have something to aim at. Little did he know that that arm also had a hand attached to it and the hand was holding a can of Halt. He charged at my out stretched arm and I fired. The wind caught the spray and I missed the target, but the smell of the pepper spray was enough for him, he kept barking and snarling but he stayed well out of range of the fiery spray. Good to know it doesn’t even have to hit them to be effective. Not even a mile from that dog an australian sheep dog comes tearing out of his yard, passing us with ease, and cutting in front of me and stopping in the middle of the road, tail between his legs and growling. I once again unclip my Halt and raise my arm to fire. As I get closer I can see he’s not going to give way and is timing my feet for a strike. I let loose with my red spray of fire and it hits it’s mark right on the snout of my worthy foe. With a yelp he runs back to his yard and as we pass, victorious, he just stands there with a perplexed and fearful look on his face. I dare say if ever we pass by that way again he won’t even bother to come off of his yard. Since the law states that dogs must be leashed or fenced in at all times I think, in the future I will spray any dog that comes out of his yard in any posture other then happy to see you! About a mile from home we were “chased” by another dog. Chased is in quotation marks because this dog was so fat that I was afraid it was going to have a heart attack just trying to do the 11 mph we were going. Needless to say compassion got the better of me and I didn’t spray this mutt, he’s got enough problems.
FGB and I did a 13 Mile ride into a brisk wind with dogs at our heels and survived. I was afraid that the dog experience would sour FGB on the idea of riding, but thankfully he loved it. There is a certain thrill in meeting the challenge and overcoming it that is good for a thirteen-year-old boy. It is safe to say though that FGB will never forget his can of Halt again, you’ll notice that he doesn’t have one strapped to his pack. The next entry will be all about hunting squirrels and rabbits in the family woods, my first hunting trip