Jolly Roger H3 #1546

It was Can’t Find Pussy in a Haystack’s second go round with the flour bag, and apparently it was so messed up, even his co-hare (his wife) did not even show up. Regaling us with his stories at chalk talk, he mentioned we would find some different marks on this trail . . . square, triangles, and . . . circles? This was connected to some envelopes that he had passed out to some of the pack. When we arrived at the mark, the hasher with that shape was to open the envelop, and tell us what kind of a check it was going to be (check back, boob check, song check, etc). Well, that went over like a fart in church for the runners . . . who after playing along for the first couple marks, just blew through the rest of them and ran trail. Other than that, it was a decent night time trail, good enough that some of us probably would have enjoyed to run on a bit longer. In a rare twist, we actually had THREE five timers, that were presented with their coveted whistle that they will be required to carry on future trails, and BLOW their brains out alerting their fellow hashers of the current trail status . . . two toots for a blob, three toots for a true trail . . . and one long blast for false trail. Other than that, circle was short and semi-sweet, and we recessed to the local bar that have cheap but decent food, cold beer, and it was live mike night, so we had a ragtag band on stage giving it their all. We also found the dart boards, and had a few rounds of embarrassment. Good fun on trail, and good times with good friends.Læs mere