I was going out Saturday to a biker bar in Central Wisconsin, not far from where I grew up. It was to see a Pantera tribute band. I wanted to do something with the wife since I was out hunting for the week and she was finally there with me. Nothing much to do in that part of the state unless you like country and western or polka music! When I found that band playing, it was better than anything else I found.

Anyhow, I had my kilt along, and had every intention of wearing it. My niece who lives near there said she couldn't recommend that bar, and that I should definitely NOT wear a kilt there! My wife also gave me funny looks when I grabbed it to put it on. So, I went with plain old blue jeans instead.

I should have went with my initial instincts! I certainly would have gotten many funny looks from the natives as kilts are unheard of around there. But, I didn't see anything that would have gotten me in a fight or anything like that. There was plenty of room for me to avoid anyone who would have been looking for trouble, and even one guy with bright red hair. He didn't have a problem, so why would a kilt anger the townsfolk!

There was a bunch of bikers with colors (a word for club patches) on. But they looked more like a group of friends, not troublemakers. Actually, I find that the 1%ers (those bikers who like to cause trouble) respect a man in a kilt more so than the mainstream people!

Oh well! Lesson learned. Next time I am in the part of the world, I will wear it. Main reason I decided not was my wife. I don't mind being embarrassed, but she traveled 4 hours to see me and make me happy, so the least I could do for her was to not embarrass her too much.