Somewhere near Sugar Land...

Run # 705 started near the Southwest Freeway Sugar Land exit. Under overcast skies, the hares issued instructions and released the hounds. The pack headed west and after wandering aimlessly in several large fields found trail along the SW freeway feeder. The trail then headed north through some posh lake front neighborhoods. It was at this point that Half Moon was overhead asking a thirteen year old "How much for a ride little girl?" Sensing danger, the girl had the sense to flee into her home (where a frantic father no doubt called the local police to report a gang of roving pediphiles). We eventually made it out of the neighborhood and found the beer check, which was in a parking lot at Schlumberger. The hares tried to hold the pack, but FRB Silent Dick snuck off, and signalled that he had found trail. We headed into the woods North of Schlumberger which led to a steep sided culvert. The trail followed the ditch to a road with a bridge and then crossed to the other side and came back. We saw what looked like an excellent short cutting opportunity. Rather than run the quarter mile to the bridge and back, why not just cross. Bad idea. The ditch was empty except for an inch of green slime in the bottom. This green slime caused a bit of a traction problem and soon the would be short cutters found themselves stuck. Comes Daily and Group Sex came to the rescue and by forming a human ladder were able to save Whiner, Cum College and Geek. Choo Choo found a bag of flour and began to lay trail. The pack, of course, followed. After a long run down the requisite railroad tracks, we found ourselves back at the Schlumberger compound where we had just had the beer check ... On Home.

On Home

The On Home featured the usual chips, bananas and beer. Bone Sucker hoards the only can of bean dip while the rest of the Hash suffers with standard hot sauce. DFL Buck-a-Suck says "I hated the run ... It really sucked".

Where's the Hat???

Down down services were provided by RA Whiner. The hares were hurried into and out of the circle before the Hash could show its true appreciation for what turned out to be a rather lengthy run with multiple backchecks. Pineapple does a reboot down down. Self Executing Officer from Boston does a visitor down down. There were several worthy accusations. Brian (Dieter?) showed up for a Hash without shoes -- down down. Beer Can Bob makes his usual false accusation to avoid a trip back to the kegs. Group Sex and Comes Daily get down downs for their participation in the rescue of Geek et al. Buck-a-Suck gets a down down for forgetting to bring the hat. Do not forget the hat. The hares came through with the On On On, which was held at Hab's Place on Highway 90. They had pool tables, cheap beer, and were Hash friendly. In the pool room, Comes Daily's 5 game reign of terror is crushed by Mighty Mouse.