Dang Redneck Alabamians....

0700 hrs this morning and I hit the road for a long bike ride.  I ran 6, 8 and 5 miles the last three days so I'm not sure my legs are up for a long ride.  Nevertheless, I head out.  About 1/4 mile from the house on the highway I see the prettiest red fox on the edge of the road.  He was road-kill but was clean and not run over or anything.  I was going full-tilt try to get off the highway so I kept going but my mind was reeling.  Should I got back and get the fox to take the pelt?  No, I'll just get him after my ride.  But what if someone gets him before I get back?  Maybe I should call my son Nick and have him go pick him up?  I rode another mile or two and decided my legs were not up for a long ride - ok, so maybe I was looking for an excuse to not got for a long ride.  I did a 180 and headed home as fast as I could.  I stormed into the house and woke up Nick and told him to get his sharpest hunting knife.  I checked the edge on his knives and decided to get a Ginsu knife out of the kitchen.  Casey asked what the heck I was doing.  I told her I was gonna go get that red fox.  She said incredulously, "You're gonna skin him yourself?!  Why don't you take him to a taxidermist?"  I told her we were gonna take the pelt not have him mounted!  She shuttered.

Nick and I got in the truck and went out on the highway.  He was already gone! Evidently some (other) redneck Alabamian saw him too and had the same idea.  I looked up red fox pelts on the internet and found one (picture below) for $150.  Darn!  I should have gotten him right when I passed but I'm not sure how you carry a dead red fox on your bike?  Note to self: Check out Nashbar.com and see if they sell road-kill racks for triathlon bikes.

 ~Mike