Hashers,

For those of you who couldn't be troubled to show up to any or all of
these BFHHH events, here's a recap.

#19
It was brought to my attention that I never squeezed out a review of
BlowsHis' and GetsNo's trail, so here it is.  We started at BlowsHis'
and GetsNo's house on Evans in Boulder.  Stuff happened, including about
5 consecutive CBs to break the pack's will, a beer check which should
have been a finish, and the temp plunging due to the lateness of the
finish.  More importantly, down-downs were conducted in GetsNo's
basement.  There is some record of raucous singing, vigorous leg
humping, and an unspecified but large number of beers sacrificed during
the ritual.  But not here.  No namings to note.

#20
The first trail of the 3rd Annual BFHHH Thanksgiving Hash was initiated
on the dot, hash time, with the first powders spewn from a DP in the cul
de sac at the end of N Nautilus Ct in Gunbarrel.  Discus Miniscus,
participating in his 3rd BFHHH event over 3 years, snaked northward,
while Deep in the End split the Twin Lakes to the south.  Reports
suggest that the pack split up in a cloud of farts, 12 minutes later,
roughly half of the hounds investigating each of what turned out to be
two long YBFs.  Meanwhile, the devilishly clever secret hare, Mt Hood,
snuck off to the west, laying true trail for those who would eventually
return to the start, some after an hour of bad shortcuts which,
evidently, broke their will.  5 minutes into his section of TT, which
led westward to the general vicinity of Celestial Seasonings, Mt Hood
found himself mired in a painful hare snare, set by the speedy Rob
(unnamed).  This embarrassment aside, Hood continued to lay his trail,
up and over a conveniently placed (and stolen - hence the lateness of
the hares) pallet leaned against a reasonably tall fence.  This section
of trail would prove to be a source of ill feeling amongst some of the
hounds, as the shiggy leading up to the fence was nigh unmarkable.  Some
suggest that had Discus or Deep laid this shiggy, the trail would have
been more evident, but this Trash would never disparage Hood's
experience or technique in laying anything or anyone.  What is certain
is that some hounds did an end run around the fence along the RR tracks,
while some tackled the fence and TT, while still others milled around
for ages, already an hour behind and rather cranky.  The trail was
resumed by all, though, at the intersection of 55th and Diagonal, where
a loop of TT circled the fields on the NW side of Diagonal, only to
return via map to a second map concealed in a signpost at 55th and
Diagonal.  The trail resumed a second time at a haystack just to the
south, and continued through a culvert, then along the RR tracks a full
block to the south and Jay Rd.  The final stretch led the two packs, now
wildly separated, south along the Cottonwood Creek trail.  Despite
varied interpretations of a CB 10 and powders which evidently became
difficult to spot in the glare as the sun dropped to the horizon, the
two groups eventually navigated their way to the sweet finish just south
of Independence Rd, across a small creek which claimed several victims,
on a beach with a view of low-flying aircraft.  The first group of FRBs,
including Rob (unnamed), Cum Silent, Dr Dripdick, BlowsHis, Gobbler,
Router, GetsNo, Two Holes, Toukan (unnamed), John (unnamed) and Organ
Grinder (Raleigh, NC) grumbled but seemed reasonably pleased with the
experience, including the down-downs which ensued due to deepening cold,
in spite of the half a pack missing.  We made it through halfway, when
Walk Like showed up, entirely pissed (not pissed in the same sense we
were), but quickly assuaged with a bottle of the sweet nectar,
Goldschlager.  It was not too long before the other weary hounds, Cummy,
Freudian, Puss, Rhonda (unnamed), Nat (unnamed), Schweeb (unnamed) and
Linda (unnamed) joined us, completely whipped, surly, annoyed, speaking
ill and spitting venom, and ready to leave.  Nat (unnamed) declined to
join the group at the finish, while the others, in various stages of
shock, did mainly stick around, thankfully.  For we wrapped up
down-downs and embarked on BFHHH #21.

#21
Two Holes and Cum Silent dropped powder ahead of a shivering pack, and
completed trail approximately 50 meters down the shore of the lake.  As
they proceeded to port charcoal and grills from the vehicles to the
finish, the pack jumped the gun and both cleaned up the finish of #20
and completed #21 at the same time.  A hash well done, and sweetened by
Piggy's arrival, having started late and run both trails back to back. 
Down-downs were postponed in favor of cooked meat, while Toukan
(unnamed) was goaded into, then chastised for trying to start a bonfire,
on private property, in full view of the airport.  A few raw brats later
(that's some nice cookin' there, Discus), the pack decided to return to
Schweeb (unnamed)'s place to carry on with ceremonies.  An incident
involving Shaft the Dog (unnamed) and a car dampened spirits during the
shuttle, but as he was taken care of (update?) by Two Holes and Rhonda
(unnamed), the group did eventually find its way to Schweeb's, where
they successfully sought warmth and brew.  Down-downs ensued, with a
vengeance.  The award went to Dr D, for uncommon acts of kindness on
trail, acts of Herculean strength, and the finest beerbox shoes this
hash has ever seen.  Tim Brown was discussed.  Carpets were soaked with
sweet, sweet foam.  Discus danced.  Hood's moon was shadowed.  Names
were given.  Toukan (unnamed) shall henceforth be referred to as Shit to
be Tied, while Schweeb (unnamed), a participant of BFHHH #1, was finally
named, and will now answer to Look, Deer, No Hands.  (He may also answer
to Doe Boy or Buck Fucker, but that's as yet untested.)  Congratulations
to Shit and Look, Deer.  

Thanks to all for making this a successful, if not ideal, hash event. 
I'm planning on scheduling the next hash for Dec 16 (three weeks), to
give everyone a chance to recuperate from this past weekend's
festivities, to stagger our schedule with Pike's Peak (Colo Spgs), and
to give me time to raise some hares (Piggy?).  One last word of advice
for this winter season:  BRING WARM CLOTHES.

On-on,
Deep