fajitapete
Six-man fan
Double header in Blackwell, 4 hours from big D and two good games. But all good things must end, so at about 10:30 I headed back to Dallas. Went south on 70 then north east on 277.
Since I'm in my new truck I was keeping a watch out for Mr. whitetail as I don't have a brush guard on yet. Full moon so it's not to bad. 40 miles from Abilene I spy something low, large, hairy and black come charging out of the bar ditch. On the brakes, swerving to the right and almost miss it.
Almost, big ugly Russian boar, not a feral hog, a Russian boar. Bump, bump, at least I didn't straddle it but got it with both tires. It would have been cool if I had a klaxon going off and the MC1 screaming brace for impact! As it was, there was just me making comments on that hogs' parentage.
Well, got stopped to check for damage and at then realized that new truck didn't have a flashlight in it. then I realized that something was hissing at me. Turned out it wasn't Mr. Shakey Tail, but the left front tire. Yeppers, going flat from a big ole tusk in the sidewall. That's a 20" tire that's ruined.
Guess what, new truck and I haven't clue where the jack and tools are. But 30 minuets later I start the process of replacing the tire. FYI, lots of grass burrs in Runnels county.
All in all, not one of my better 6-man excursions. Now I'm headed to Springtown on the scooter for today's games. Wish me luck.
Since I'm in my new truck I was keeping a watch out for Mr. whitetail as I don't have a brush guard on yet. Full moon so it's not to bad. 40 miles from Abilene I spy something low, large, hairy and black come charging out of the bar ditch. On the brakes, swerving to the right and almost miss it.
Almost, big ugly Russian boar, not a feral hog, a Russian boar. Bump, bump, at least I didn't straddle it but got it with both tires. It would have been cool if I had a klaxon going off and the MC1 screaming brace for impact! As it was, there was just me making comments on that hogs' parentage.
Well, got stopped to check for damage and at then realized that new truck didn't have a flashlight in it. then I realized that something was hissing at me. Turned out it wasn't Mr. Shakey Tail, but the left front tire. Yeppers, going flat from a big ole tusk in the sidewall. That's a 20" tire that's ruined.
Guess what, new truck and I haven't clue where the jack and tools are. But 30 minuets later I start the process of replacing the tire. FYI, lots of grass burrs in Runnels county.
All in all, not one of my better 6-man excursions. Now I'm headed to Springtown on the scooter for today's games. Wish me luck.
