Hashers,

There's an excellent chance you missed BFHHH #26, so here's a recap.

Five hounds and two hares gathered at the abandoned Builder's Square at
92nd and Wadsworth in Westminster.  We might have made a full line on an
ultimate field, but we were a... lean and efficient pack of hashers. 
Router and Deep set off eastward, snaking down through condos and to
some railroad tracks (the hare's friend) via a series of cleverly
crafted maps.  The trail wound around to the north, along the tracks,
across abutments, and finally to a convuluted DP at Old Wadsworth.  I
say finally, because the trail ended here for all but the hares, whose
efforts on the remaining 2/3 of trail went unnoticed and unappreciated. 
I say Old Wadsworth because THAT'S WHAT THE CROSS STREET WAS, you
wankers.  Not O d      o th.  Our third map proved devastating to the
cartography-impaired, who were, unfortunately, the only ones to purvey
the thing before it mysteriously vanished.  The FRBs, confessed map
lovers and worthless bastards, decided to take the pack several miles to
the north along the tracks, though the map indicated only 20 meters or
so of further trackrunning.  Naturally, they found no trail, since they
were nowhere near it, and with light growing dim, returned to the
start.  They left a sassy note for the worried hares, and sped off for
an unearned beery reward.  If they had seen the enormous orange TT arrow
right next to the tracks on the east side by the old hollowed out tree,
they would have followed the trail past the south end of the Homestead
House, across 287, behind a strip mall, across a church parking lot,
across a park, into a ditch, back across the park, around a stretch of
neighborhood near Cum Silent and Freudian's new house (decorated with
not one, but two YBFs), back across the park, around a brief stretch of
neighborhood, back across the park, to a CB back into the park and along
the park to some open space at the base of the dike containing Standley
Lake.  Not Sector 7G, mind you, but 1 mile from, in the Pierson Guide. 
Funny, that.  They would have found the hares sitting motionless in a
snowy bush, freezing their poor cotton tails right off, imagining
countless unpleasant scenarios to explain the pack's lateness.  Such was
not to be.

Down downs ensued at Deep and Cummy Pinko's home (Hash House II). 
Freudian showed up to bring our number to 8.  We made up for numbers
with longevity, then explored one advantage to low turnout - we were
able to fit the entire hash into my hot tub.  A game of 3-man rounded
out the evening.

Allow extra time during the next down downs for returners.  Next hash is
allegedly to be hared by Dr Dripdick.  Not sure where (Golden?), or if
he has a cohare, but it will be on Sat 2/24 at 2pm.

On-on,
Deep