The grass that borders The Deer Run is getting very tall now. So tall that you can't see some of the corners. You have to use "The Force"...see the corner in your mind, and have faith that the trail is in the same spot is was the last time you rode it. And after completing The Deer Run, it feels like you've been flogged by a million little whips. Little red dots cover your finger tips and shins.
After exiting The Deer Run, "The V" becomes obscured in even taller grass. So tall that at one point I had to look up to keep the grass out of my mouth. And since "The V" is just one big rain rut, it made the trail even more difficult. Too bad Patrick got his weed-eater stolen!