In honor of all who braved the wet and sticky to hash yesterday.

Hope that you are all well this morning. I woke up with a major head ache. Probably because I got nailed at down downs. One because I lost
my phone on trail which Tour found. 2nd day in a row (I also lost it on trail on Sat. and it was also found and I did have to drink for it
then.) Plus, I was made to do another for signing in on Sat. using my nerd name. I have a feeling that I am going to be drinking for that
one for many hashes to cum. Then there were some shitty trail down downs and my using some ones nerd name, and maybe there were more, I
can't remember. The hell of it was that I always fill my glass just 1/3 of the way, but Flamer was beer bitch and he would not allow it so
I was made to consume many pints of beer. Gllllate! (That’s for you Tour, because you say it so well and made me smile every time you did
yesterday.) Big Rig gave me a kilt! THANKS BIG RIG, YOU ARE AWESOME. I OWE YOU!  It was his great grandfather's cum all the way from Ireland.
We couldn't quite work out how that could've been true. The kilt was quite tight. We reckoned that it must have been from his laddie days. The part of the trail that I laid took more than 3 hours to lay; now the first 2 hours of it, I had my 8 year old laying it with me. (That was the only part
that was pre-laid and was actually laid just before the hash began so for me it was almost continuous) My son Ben crossed over stream near
the dams 3 times and made his way through all kinds of shiggy. He would've made ole Tom and Huck proud. OE was none too pleased that a
minor had any part of hashing. Bush Rat upon finding out gave me the old honor speech which was filled with much advice and wisdom. Oh
Yeah! I was made to do a down down for the mystery hare. I truly believe that Bush Rat should get all new boots for a kind of hash boot
camp. He'd turn out some real hardcore hashers.
Now as for the pack, I wasn't with them for most of the hash. I was flying solo getting my hair stuck in shiggy and trying to break twigs
off. I was soak and wet and climbing up hill in water laden boots with fish swimming in them and sliding down the mountain on my ass trying
to throw flour as I flumed. There were at least 2 injuries. OE blew out his knee in a priceless kodak moment with feet in the air well
above his head at the falls beer check. I only heard about it but the description was indeed . . . priceless. OE, I hope your knee heals
soon! We all love ya, baby! Then our virgin also turned an ankle probably at that same location, though I'm not sure. When I finished
laying my trail, there was what appeared to be a dead man leaned up against a tree in front of the nature center with his hat down over
his face. I couldn't make out if it was a decoy of some sort or a live  person or a dead one from my far away view through 40 year old eyes.
As I neared him the hat went up and under it was OE. He demonstrated his spill and showed me which
knee was blown--Never once bitching about it. He had a smile on his face as though he were enjoying it. I went home just a couple of
minutes away, to get a third set of dry clothes and shoes, I came back 10 minutes later and the part of the pack that didn't cheat and
actually did my last fruitless, pain in the ass section of trail dedicated to Death Wish for the mountain sliding and the log crossing,
complete with no beer checks, as I’d already given them 2 and they had yet a shot and another beer check in front of them, had aborted the
mission and were in the parking lot raising all kinds of hell. There was muddy football and a naked Quarter Stick. I was taken in the
sights as 3 hashers ran to get on top of my car. I finally did manage to park. We waited quite a while, days I think, for the rest of the
pack. M'Orally showed up in Bob's car. Death Wish thanked Bob and led M'Orally home to her kind (the rest
 of us Wankers). Gopher Poker and I decided that it was time to send out a search party so we ONONed up the hill following Rubber Balls'
backwards laid trail upon which every mark could not have been seen by hashers cumming from the other way. Marks laid on the backs of trees
and large rocks. It was good for us, though. Hark! Is that some drunks- a-singing we hear. Yes, the sonnets led by Tour were cumming from
above like a Herald of Angels. We heard, "My girlsfriend's a vegetable. She lives in a hospital. I'd do most anything to keep her
alive!" It was music to our ears. So, we led the pack back down the hill, and circled up, but then we realized that we were missing OUR
ANGEL. Gopher Poker tore out of the parking lot in vehicle in search of his loved one. The rest of us got drunker and drunker. Upon his
return, he was mooned by many, but all in vain. There was only a look of worry on his face when he got out of the "toaster" as some LVH3er
had called their car. It occured to some half-mind that she might have a cell phone on her. So, Gopher
took off once again with Death Wish’s cell phone in hand. (I would have loaned him mine, but I lost it on trail and no one had yet fessed
up as to who was holding it.) Minutes later, he returned and was mooned again. But, this time Angel popped out of the toaster and was
soon smacking asses.
The pack then went to Espisitos underground bar to harr ass a family who was trying to dine quietly. The waiteress pretended to be pissed
at us to make us happy but did so with a "wink wink" and after the great grandfather painstakingly was able to unload his burden in the
men's room. They were gone and we finally had the place to ourselves where we were welcomed back. There were jokes a flying. Fun filled
conversation both light of heart and philosophical in a politically incorrect kind of way, and lots of singing. I left to go home and put
my three little cherubs to bed around 8 PM. All night as I tried to sleep (I am a severe insomniac), I had a smile on my face reviewing
the days adventures.
Well, all my dear friends, here's to hashing with you soon.
ONON to Seoul Long Beggin' 4 It!
Eager Beaver.