Hashers,

For those of you who weren't even there, here's what happened this past
Saturday.

A diminutive pack gathered at Hash House I on the cool and somewhat wet
afternoon - perfect hashing weather, really.  After noting what wanks
everyone who said they'd be there but weren't were, Blowsis and Cummy
sought to escape Deep's stench, and so dropped some powders and were
off.  Dr Dripdick joined Deep, Cum Silent, Adam (unnamed) and John
(unnamed), and the pack set out.  John (unnamed) was quickly lost to a
fairly obvious YBF, but the other four pressed on, and soon found
themselves navigating countless short countbacks and turn-on-powders,
which led them across Baseline to WillVille.  Cum Silent quickly sniffed
out an old-fashioned Lost Puppy Map, which directed the foursome to
Canyon Creek and 30th, where they vaulted fences, cut through apartment
complexes, and wound their way inexorably toward campus.  Deep actually
made a successful shortcut, and saved Cum Silent from Dr D's and Adam's
YBF experiences (plural), who, in turn, saved John (unnamed) with some
choice pack arrows.  Cum Silent and Deep guessed correctly a few times,
and followed Colorado back to 30th, then into student housing.  As they
emerged on the east side, Deep spotted Cummy tossing powders about 400
yards away, near Potts Field.  The duo took off across the field,
keeping a low profile, then Cum Silent picked up speed and vaulted a
chain link fence while Deep doubled over with a cramp.  The wiley Cummy
threw a few more powders before hurriedly scrawling a CB17 and dumping. 
Cum Silent waited until Deep lumbered all the way over to the near snare
before informing him of the CB.  Muttering something about the balls of
a hairy baboon, Deep wandered back the length of the CB and found TT
which led into the track, while Cum Silent wandered around the far side,
watching Deep do his dirty work.  Cum Silent soon spotted powder again
on (every hare's favorite) the bikepath.  Deep was a bit confused by the
lack of gates in the 10ft fence around the track, so managed to scramble
up and over with only minor injuries.  Cum Silent blundered into a final
CB and Beer Near, and as Deep caught up, they spied a flash of fur
behind some fallen cottonwoods which turned out to be the finish.  Some
long blows on their whistles directed Dr D and Adam (unnamed) a short
while later, and John (unnamed) a short while after that.  The pack of 7
piled into Blowsis' compact sedan and returned to Hash House I for
down-downs, which ensued according to plan.

Like so many hashers, the award was not in attendance.  There were no
namings.  There were some new and arbitrary rules which set up a nearly
endless relay between Adam (unnamed) and John (unnamed).  There was a
lay preacher who spread a little religion.  There were ales swilled. 
The axiom about small packs raising the most hell was reinforced.

Next hash will be FRIDAY evening, April 6, at 6pm, hared by Hood and
Nuts.  Here's what the receding hareline looks like for the next couple
of months, dates arranged to accomodate your hash master's schedule (and
whoever else is travelling for ultimate on 5/4 and 5/18):

Fri 4/6 - Mt Hood & Nuts in the Crack
Fri 4/20 - ???
Fri 4/27 - ???
Fri 5/11 - ???
Fri 5/25 - ???

Note the question marks.  *ahem*

On-on,
Deep