The hunting season is upon us again. The one time of year that I spend considerable time deciding if I will brave the elements. Sure I complain a lot when it is buggy, hot, or too cold, but in the end I suffer through it with a smile. Hearing gunshots over your shoulder is a whole different ball game.
My attempts at avoiding being shot by overzealous hunters are mainly by wearing bright colors. I wear my bright yellow cycling clothes and Misty dons this little orange Ruff Wear vest.
When we bought it the guy at EMS said, "You have a dog?"
"Yup," I answered. "It's a dog vest, ya know."
"Right," he said. "Except last week we had a couple who were trying to put it on like it was a running vest. Just wanted to check and make sure you actually had a dog."
We both agreed that those people shouldn't be allowed to run anywhere near a road.