Hares:  TwinkleToes and Shigmata.

A chance for Shigmata to live up to his name.  No one found the bedpost, because no one was looking, so no one got the premium beer.

We started at Gander Mountain way up north and went from there.  There was at least one water crossing that led to someone’s spot with a camping chair surrounded by tulips on 4 sides overlooking the water.  At one point on trail the pack came to a billboard so deep in the woods that somehow it had been overrun.  There was a beer check close to a bridge allowing most of the pack to catch up.  At the end of the run, the hares had to head back in to their trail to find the few hashers that were still missing.  Thankfully, Pull the Plug, Un-laid-en Swallows and one of the twins made it out safe and sound.  Circle was started, snacks were eaten and beer was had.

The On-after was at Hardy Street Tavern(formerly known as Westfields by the Railroad) where the promised karaoke and nudey magazines were not present.  Thanks guys…. way to get my hopes up.

On-On.

Dick Assley