For those who did not care enough to show -

Weather sucked, trail rocked, weather sucked with enthusiasm!

D'tails,

Hares - Hunka and Eagle

Light drizzle was falling. Box was in a tunnel. (yes, I know most boxes are tunnels) Then the rain began to pick up. I walked out to observe the sky and noticed a posted sign warning of flash floods during storms and rain. Thankfully it did not mention Hashes.

The Hares left to lay a live trail while HS/WT subjected the pack to another round of 'Hey, my name is Joe'.

Pint of Lager - Not only did HS/WT donate to the Hash a box of vintage, warm PBR. He did so sporting new shoes that had been modified with parts left over from the lowering of a Pinto. His 'spring' shoes caused several half-minds to run behind him yelling 'boing, boing, boing'.

Tuna Taco, the serial inebriate of the Hash, was On-erd to serve as Hash whip.

The RA managed to produce a break in the weather and the pack was off. The trail was paved, allowing for fast travel. The checks were plenty, allowing the pack to stay fairly tight.

We covered parks, drainage, shiggy, and hills. We ventured across the links while live fire was in progress.

A Margarita check was a highlight of the day. The weather held, the view was grand, and the pack arrived fairly tight. After Pubic Bear added more TiKillya, we got even tighter.

Departing from the MC took us along another Goof Course. At a check HS/WT took to the course. With Loo yelling 'RU?' and HS responding in elder-out-of-breath-english the duffers took offense. HS/WT came under direct fire.

Let me say this about golfers. A friend tried to get me interested in the game. He explained that the object of the game is to see who can hit the ball the least. So I asked 'Then why hit it at all?'. Enough said about that nonsense.

Anyway, the fucktards missed. No doubt this was due to the skills learned by HS/WT as official bench warmer for numerous rugby teams.

Then came the big hill. It was the energizer bunny hill. The trail up was well marked, but a psychological element was added. After completing a third of the hill you came across an 'RU?' on the trail. But the trail was marked well? We did have some clever check backs, was this another? A steep grade and a sense of doomed engulfed the pack. Then about 2/3's up another RU? When a hound arrived at an RU? they would shout it out. This added to the confusion. I was seized by a case of 'the bad crazies'. Devious hares indeed.

Next was a beer check. It was in a walled in area, with two residential transformers packing who knows how much power, with one inch of standing water on the ground and a light drizzle falling. Great way to protect the beer from kids and the homeless. Learn from this Spear Chucker!

At this point the pack was still tight, but getting sloppy. Everyone missed the T/E split. It was a fast downhill to the circle on the Turkey trail.

Ever willing to run, Spear Chucker and the over eager Crapachino departed to ambush Hunka on the eagle trail. (Note to Latte Boy, you seem proud of your Mexican-Anglo bloodline, accept the new spelling!)

The circle was held under the sole pavilion of the park. We attempted to seek shelter from rain that was moving horizontally. I believe the meteorological term was 'blowing dog shit'. God! We loved how much that sucked! And by we I mean true Hashers. Tuna Taco bravely stepped out from under cover, into the eye of the storm, for Hunka's 'Singing in the rain'. A grand and glorious sight. Tuna, with beer in hand, thumbs, wrist, elbows, knees, and toes together . . . . WITH butt out singing 'singing in the rain'. Now what would a golfer say? And who would care? Not I!

Most down-downs had merit, but yours brewly was accused of being a substandard provider of sacred nectar. It seems a lone can of Budweiser was less than ice cold. To that I say 'A truly righteous ale can be consumed at any temperature. However, served cold enough, swamp water is quite refreshing'. Expect Alaskan Amber until you repent, then we shall move up to a green label on a brown bottle. (seeking approval from Hunka and Koresh)

Loo presented Big Boobs, Have Shit/Will Travel, Golden Eagle, and Hunka,Hunka, Burning Shit with 100th run commemorative pewter mugs.

After which the Hash disolved, without notice, like tears in the rain.

-Special Ed