The first hash of spring brought spring-like temperatures and
celebratory sunshine pouring across the ponds, lawns and briar patches of Great
Falls. After dusting himself liberally
with flour, the heroic Drill Me, Fill Me opened his home to 37 hashers including
head chef Irene and co-hare Air Horn.
DMFM to AH: “I’m covered with
flour, and you’re practically clean. How
did that happen?” AH showed off his
beautiful, custom made (of plastic grocery sacks and duct tape) flour bag in
explanation.
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| Mad Dog, leading the pack as per ;-) |
The Mufti, returned from tropical climes on Sunday last, just in time
for the 900th snowstorm of this winter, expressed appreciation for
the weather, concern about the lapse in discipline the GFH3 suffered during his
absence, and a promise to re-instill said discipline with an iron fist. Several people chuckled appreciatively. When AH and DMFM promised no death march,
several people huzzahed appreciatively.
The hares also noted that the marks really were on the left, mostly, and that they had permission for a half-dozen
or so forays onto private property.
True trail was just under four miles, with a mix of pavement and dirt
footing, and at least a couple of fences to traverse. Walkers went in different directions, some
taking and some ignoring the advice of their kind host. Easy Strider, back on the DL, and I kindly marked checks that the FRBs forgot, those SOBs. The pack did get a bit strung out, and several runners seem to have gotten confused
at the very end of the trail, heading up Springvale (sadly missing an
amusing back-check six) or across the back yards of people who hadn’t
necessarily granted permission.
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| Not content with hashing for a hobby, Paint in the Ass and Easy Strider are taking up taxidermy. Or something. |
No buckshot pursued anyone to the On In, and good thing too as it
messes up the flavor of the chicken tikka masala. A wide selection of beers, fruity-nutty salad
and tiramisu made the meal complete.
Most everyone sat outside, which is a midge tricky when the pool is
still covered, but worth the tip-toeing on a day like this one.
Mufti called roll without incident.
His own 1,497 has apparently been scrupulously audited already. Chris expressed regret that her years of
hashing in foreign parts still doesn’t get her past two at the GFH3. She is, however, thrilled by the lower-key
and lack of down-downs at our country club.
Nobody put a foot through the pool cover, and everybody checked for
ticks. Right?
If you look at the pictures, you will notice a sequence that begins
with Air Horn, seen from the left, with both hands together in front of
him. Sadly, you can’t see the snowball
he’s packing between those hands. The
subsequent pictures show him readying to throw, Easy Strider getting ready to
catch, then catching, then observing the snowball, then laughing at Mini
Schlonga, who is brushing snow off his shoulder, then M.S. setting off to
supply himself with his own snowball, then one of Gale leaping up to extract
snow from her shirt, then Gale chasing M.S.
Hijinks of this sort aren’t the norm for our usually sophisticated hash,
but spring fever takes different people different ways. Thanks for photos, Irene, Beef Strokemoff and
Suck, Squeeze, Bang!
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| The kind of day that makes some of us wish to stop time. |
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