Braaap, Braaap, Braaap! The iconic onomatopoeic slang for the sound of a dirt bike’s two-stroke engine—hitting high RPMs. The unseen rapidly revving noise had been a constant for 30 minutes. It was late October, just before noon, and me and three friends were hunting ruffed grouse in the far northeastern part of Minnesota, just a few miles from Canada. There were at least three riders, as their amplified exhausts created a mechanical buzzing similar to a swarm of angry mosquitoes. The clamor faded in and out, as the motorbikes crisscrossed the backroads in every direction.
Read the full article by POMA member Edgar Castillo on Field Ethos, HERE.