Okay so I'm biased because I was the hare. The trail started near the rotary leading to the Veterans cemetery on Mass Military Reservation. We all started to gather at around 3:30 for pre-lube and story.

Among the gathering hashers were: Cape Cod H3: Bunny Snatch, H.A.T, Scooby Do Me, Slurpee, Backstage, Mothershucker, and NN Gretta. Visitors: Rocky Mountain Whore, Little Red Ride Me Hard, and Ass Rocket. Virgins: Kieth

After applying liberal amounts of bug spray, everybody circled up for a quick chalk talk from the hare, Scooby Do Me. Then, 10 minutes (or less) after Scooby departed, the pack was away.

The Turkeys (walkers) had a nice, easy pre-laid trail the went straight to the beer check that was placed on top of a hill with a wonderous view of a sandpit, that everyone would have to cross after finishing the beer. The Eagles were treated to a live trail that took them away from the beer check and into some well shaded trails. No one got lost and we all met up at the beer check to enjoy the near perfect weather. 

After verify that the liquid contentsof the cooler were emptied the pack set off after the hare again. The turkeys continued on the pre-laid trail, whereas the Eagles were treated to a small maountain bike trail through the woods. All made it to the On-In without incident

After doing a couple of car runs and collecting the debris from the beer check, we circled up and recognized all deeds, good and bad. HAT demonstrated the proper mechanics of a down-down for Virgin Keith to behold, after which Kieth executed the down-down with the precision of a seasoned hasher. Next, the RA went through his normal iteration of attempting to get everybody to do a down-down for something, made up or real. Because Kieth had a hot date to get to we swung low for the time being until Slurpee returned from dropping off the babysitter.

Once Slurpee returned, we re-circled and held Hash-Shit nominations.  backstage was the current holder of the Hash Shit, but no one could remember why (those brain cells died a glorious death a long time ago). However, we had a sure nomination to hand the Hash Shit off. 

Slurpee, in her haste to take the babysitter home, ALMOST drove off with all of the down-down beer. If she had succeeded, she would have left the remainder of us standing around passing bottles of wine or hard alcohol (which may have made for an interesting circle, but boring rest of the night due to everybody being passed out). So, for this haneous crime, she has been sentenced to carry the Hash Shit forevermore, or until we have another nomination for it, whichever comes first.

On-On

Scooby Do Me