 About 20 hounds and harriets assembled on this damp and cool (but NO SNOW) start. Among the latecomers were Stoolie, Stroke, GROG !, and others who cannot be named BECAUSE they were late. In the near distance,
Ma Millers Pub beckoned to the runners, early and late alike.
As your new Scribe, Frontal Lobotomy
(GROG!) noted the SUPERB and clear markings for the trail, while hearing the calls from far away and thus had HUGE hopes that the run would be well-received by all.
ASTOUNDING !!!!! But the pack was eager to complete this WONDERFUL TRAIL and get to the beer check in order to sample the usual fine wares of end and the circle in the wilderness - beautiful and cold wet beer for all comers.
 But the REAL attraction was the circle with even MORED COLD BEER awaiting. The Hares were evaluated and down-downed, the “choir” provided GREAT inspiration, and sundry charges were aired and wetted-down. Latecomers of the congenital variety were pardoned while your scribe was d-d’d for admitting his lateness.
Attempts to inaugurate a new virgin – Linda and her companion
Hercules - were waylaid by the revelation that she had ACTUALLY been before. Shock ! Horror! And again, note was made of the CLEAR and SUPERB trail markings - GOOD JOB HARES !!!!
FINALLY, we got away to Ma Millers where fine food and service and beer awaited the needy hounds and harriets. Much cheer and sociability were developed and enjoyed. Certain members around the table were noted to have a fetish for the “nicely rounded rocks” of the fireplace, and MUCH fondling was observed, before all faded into the night.
And next time, the scribe will make better notes.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
On-On
Frontal Lobotomy.
(A.K.A. GROG!)
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