Hared by 8″ Crack, Ffgawi and mystery hare, Not So Silent Bob from the Colorado Kimchi’s

North side, fool!  Hope the new dry cleaners doesn’t check their parking lot security tapes.  The pack met at 3pm for this hella wet shiggy trail through wannabe virgin territory.

The hares promised prizes to those who found kiddie watches on trail.  Walkers had a choice of wet or dry trail, and I think most chose the dry trail, which was a long walk down a road with no shoulder, but a few braved the elements of the wet walker’s trail, just like real hashers. 😉

I played host to my sister/virgin hasher, Just Amanda, and my energetic nephew, Donovan, so I did the dry walker’s trail.  That being said, I  do not have a lot to write about trail except what I saw in pics and heard from our FRB’s, running in with boners.  Great trail!  Bitchin’ trail! etc, etc.

There were plenty of water crossings on trail, a railroad track, flooded fields, blood and mud.  Most hounds made it in before the circle started, and the sun was setting quickly.

The hares were accused of a trail that sucked, as usual.  We were happy to welcome hashers from Mexico who now live in Houston, Yesterday, her daughter Jarrito (I think), and Anna.  We welcomed back reboots, and we also had three visiting hashers, one being a hare, from the Colorado Kimchi hash… Not So Silent Bob, Donnie the Retard and ESPN.  Cum back anytime, guys!

Darkness came quickly (that’s what she said), and finally Beat My Meat, Dickrectionally Challenged, and Roy Orifice followed the hash songs to the end.  Someone’s doting wife was getting anxious.

Prizes were given out to the watch finders.  Dickrectionally Challenged’s special cupcakes were given out to anyone who could grab them.  I heard that Eazy to Please had an allergic reaction to the cupcakes, but took some Benadryl, and I’m happy to report that she was looking well at the on-on-on!  Glad you’re ok, EZ!

I was distracted from the festivities when we heard a blood curdling scream from my nephew.  Several of us went running over to the food area, where he had gotten a fish hook stuck in his hand, but his super-mom yanked it out before thinking about it.  Uncle Calvin (Beat My Meat) grabbed an alcohol wipe, and he finally settled down.  I think 8″ and I both shat ourselves.

All things after that were a blur, so someone will have to append my article with a write up about the Koustin hash.  Next thing I remember, we received a car back from VE to the start and headed to the on-on-on at a sophisticated joint called the Hawg Stop.

When we arrived, we thought the band was setting up, so cool… a band!  Little did we know, they were old lady bikers, and the band was tearing down.  That was ok.  They had beer.  They didn’t have real food, so we spotted some tiny bags of chips on the wall, and called it dinner, which was hard to keep down watching a Jodi Foster stunt double grind around the bar like in “The Accused”.  She made an honest woman out of Just John as she whooped his a$$ at the pool tables.

Finally, Klosit Phreek, BM2 and I were the last hashers standing, so it was time to head to the house.  BM2 and I pulled out of the parking lot first, so Klosit Phreek preserved her title as “last harriette standing”.

Have a very safe and happy Thanksgiving!!  On-on to EZ to Please’s B-day hash!

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