Yet another wet, blustery and grey kind of day! Don't know how it is getting done, but the hares seem to be getting the weather made to order these days.
The showing was a little thin, no doubt because it was such a miserable day.
BuB set a comfortably shortish trail with enough shiggy to keep the rabble
dancing about as they tried to keep their shoes dry. The trail was in an
area that Stools once hared down muddy neighborhood tracks. However, the
march of progress and the efforts of Saanich parks have given rise to their
replacement by broad, all-weather walkways. Stoolie was sufficiently
confused by all this newness that he found BuB's efforts an entertaining
jog. BuB (and Preemie, who helped a little bit) also got a bit confused and
ended up crossing trails, which caused some milling about at the half way
mark. It didn't help much that the hares used whole-wheat flour which lost
any ability to mark trail following a good rain just prior to the start.
The circle went on a bit, since the pack had plenty of energy to waste following their abbreviated hash. A new guy - Grant - friend of Cinderella was downed. And another new hasher received a hash handle. Gerard with a "G" was named "Bite my Nuts". Stoolie weren't to sure why he was called this - the discussion seemed to concern his run-in with a berserk squirrel? No matter, everyone was talking at once and at loose ends. As I said, too much energy. Pretty much everyone else was downed and maybe it was Cinderella that got the wanker cup. Can't remember why. Should really take notes...
The real wankers were the hashers who didn't show for the trails, but did show for the grub and beer at the pub later. Fair weather hashers indeed! Harumphhh!
Stools