7/24/04    
Hares: Tastes Great of the Atlanta H3
Start: The Bandshell on Falmouth Harbor
On in: Tastes Great's mothers house on the hill.
Distance, about 2 1/2 miles.
Weather: cloudy and cool, a few sprinkles
Hash Scribe (acting): Mother Shucker
Beer checks: 2    Start time: 2:30

Hashers Present: Wee Willie Wanker, Mother Shucker, Littleneck, Just Val
Just Ron. Just James, Virgin Katie, Just Brenda, Papa Brown, Sharkbite, Lickity Slit,
Tastes Great

Start and run: We hung around for a while, waiting for the last few hashers, but rain looked 
imminent, so we had the chalk talk and decided to take off about 2:30 rather than start in the rain.
It may have been worthwhile to listen to the hare, as they have different markings in Atlanta.
Some took umbrellas and some took jackets, but we started and hit the first check, 
up the hill and through a boatyard, another check and we were on the main road, then the problems began. 
Three marks on the ground mean check back, but evidently three marks on a tree don't, so we milled around looking for trail, but not going past the tree, Lickity Slit and myself were raring to run, so we backtrailed 
down the road until we picked up trail again, The trail police caught up with us and said we cut
out 1/2 mile of trail and had to go back.  When we asked if we had missed a beer check,
and had not, we decided to proceed --in flagrant violation.  Wee Willie soon caught up to us frb's 
we let him pass. We finally arrived at  arrived at the first beer check after almost a half mile 
of grueling level pavement. This being the first S&M beer check we had ever experienced on the Cape, 
we didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't so bad once you got used to it.

We were off again, hoping it wouldn't be too far till the next beer stop. Then we screwed up again!!
It seems a car parked on top of the chalk marks, and we almost cut the run short, but the trail
police again got us on the straight and narrow, and we were off down the beach.
The trail then looked like it went back to the road up the hill that is the last stretch for the Falmouth Road Race.
We could see the chalk marks on the rocks below, so we figured that's on enough.
Anyway, we were striding up the big hill, feeling like the powerful Kenyans on the way 
to another victory when the trail police caught us again. Fearing we may have missed the beer check, 
we followed the instructions very carefully and found the next beer check in a little park on top of the hill.

We soon ran out of beer, and decided to proceed what was to be another 200 yards to the on in.
After that hard dash to the end, we decided to have some beer.  The house was right on the road, 
overlooking the ocean and Martha's Vineyard, just an incredible spot, right on the Falmouth Road Race 
route.  If you ever need a B&B in Falmouth, contact me and I'll hook you up.
We sat there for awhile, drinking beer and wine, and then eating barbequed chicken, chips and all that stuff
excellent food! 
The circle followed. Wee Willie Wanker was the RA, he called on the hare for a down down and a song.
The run was judged by the gravity test and passed with flying colors. Accusations were made against some of the hounds for what the hare called  "boxing" or trying to figure out how the run was set, in order to short cut.
Knowing the high moral fiber of the Cape Cod Hashers, this allegation was not permitted by our loyal RA.  

Virgin Katie was initiated, her favorite barnyard animal is the regal pig, she did not know the square root of 69,
would not get off a bus full of lesbians,and is now known as Just Katie. 
The visitors, Tastes Great and Lickity Slit, were honored with yet another down down.  
We did a fine rendition of Swing Low Sweet Chariot, and settled into some serious drinking.
Quotes on trail: "Papa Brown likes them big" 
"What does a mark that looks like a di*k and B*lls mean?" 
                        
Keep checking our Crappy website for updates on the next run. 
http://drink.to/capecodh3
Your humble (acting) scribe
Mother Shucker C2H3