THE RUN. The hounds including Norma Jean and Boy Toy assembled in the parking lot of the Kroger’s store. The two hares, Dickhead and Dr. Strange Hash, looked wounded with bloody scratches and flour from laying trail. We were off at about 4:40 PM to a check on top of the earthworks in the middle of 249 at the corner. Trail led on out 249, then to a check on the right at an abandoned saloon, then into the woods and out to a check in a clearing. Trail was found to the right along a dirt road that led to check at the corner of a big, big sand pit. The trail across the shiggy to the left proved to be false. The trail to the right led Grind Slut all the way to the far corner of the sand pit, before he found the false. True trail turned out to be straight ahead and out the far side of the pit to a check at the blacktop road. Several usual FRBs went the wrong way, before trail was found along the road to the left, and then along a road to the right. An arrow pointed the pack to the right into the woods, where the trail led through occasional brambles, gradually turning to the left and over a small, red hill, across a powerline easement, on through the woods, and then to a water check, immediately followed by the Hares at a beer check. The Hares obligingly sent Saran Crap on what turned out to be a long falsie to the left along the railroad tracks. True trail was along the tracks to the right to a good, hard check where a road crossed the tracks, with the FRBs checking every direction but the true trail into the subdivision to the right. It was at this point that FRB Gaslight ran up to me, after checking the wrong way, and said, "So the trail did not go north." I asked how she knew which direction north was. She claimed she always knows the difference between north, south, east, and west while running trails. I said that I did not, that I navigated by relativity, or inertial guidance, and guessed we were heading back in the general direction of the start. (Correct.) Trail led to a check at a ditch behind the houses, then down the ditch to another difficult check at a bridge that kept the FRBs running falsies along the bayou, before the pack found true trail to the right. Then, it was a short run through a newly cut pathway through the woods to the On Home at the edge of the woods. Time taken for the pack, not counting late-runners Geek and Finger F**k, was about an hour and fifteen minutes. A fine hash run.
THE ON ON. The Hares provided a keg of Heinekins yellow beer, particularly appreciated by your scribe. The Religious Adviser, Boy George, though missing his green serpent staff, ably led us in the ritual Down-Down’s for the Hares, New Boots, Re Boots, Visitors, and occasional song.
THE ON ON ON. Bimbo’s with its rustic front porch, on the road behind the start, provided the pack with dollar long-neck beers. We haven’t seen such a low price in years. Geek and Finger F**k joined us at Bimbo’s. A good time was had by all. Your scribe, Hooter/Drummer Bill.
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