Flatlanders,

For those of you who weren't even there, consider yourselves fortunate. 
Friday night's festivities featured the coupling of the Flatlanders'
most notorious hare, Dr D, with the infamous Double D of the
Denver/Other Boulder hash.  It was ugly.  When Dr D is convinced to make
a trail LONGER, there is trouble afoot.

The pack gathered at the IM fields on the Mines campus in Golden.  The
hares were actually early, hash time, and Deep deciphered for the group
an elaborate and overly complete set of hieroglyphics scrawled out
before his arrival by some helpful hound.  As he finished discussing the
9th and final type of DP (Check), time was sounded, and the pack of
nearly 3 dozen Flatlander and DHHH/BHHH/P2H4 wankers began their
stampede toward the quarry nearby.  Now I mentioned the symbol set
because before long, and despite the plethora of marks available, the
pack encountered two marks which fit no known category.  One seemed like
some sort of "Y", the other an infinity sign.  Guessing the first was a
DP, Deep and Blowsis decided to be on the safe side, clearing the second
"Sack Check" with dexterous twists of their muscular wrists.  Meanwhile,
the FRBs had managed to throw off the rest of the pack in some deep
shiggy, and escaped only to be foiled by an untimely YBF.  When Blowsis
and Deep caught up, they climbed to a vantage point and mocked the pack
scurrying about in confusion.  When the hounds set off on some new
scent, which we later learned was an "on-two" followed by 100 meters of
nothing then true trail, they elected to "short"-cut past the YBF. 
There they spied Cum Silent and Nuts, returning from their own SC, so
they joined their meager forces and returned to the scene of Dr D's last
debacle:  the detention facility and the famous tower beyond.  Skirting
the facility on the west side, they eventually came across trail, and
all over themselves.  Deep spent a goodly amount of time dislodging an
inch-long woodie from the soul of his shoe, then limped to the Loaf 'N'
Jug.  The next few miles were mainly DP-less and shiggerific, as the
trail retraced almost the exact route from BFHHH #27.  Instead of
finishing at the finish of BFHHH #27, however, the trail taunted us with
a one-can beer check, then continued on for several more miles, making
scenic stops partway up Lookout Mtn, then back at the start, before
reaching its sorry end at Double D's place in town.  This trail made
Shit and Chacockua's seem like pub crawl, and that's nothing to be proud
of.  Thankfully, Dr D has joined a clinic and will hare next with Deep
as part of his rehabilitation.  We leave Double D in the capable hands
of Ultra Wimp.

After hours spent on trail, down-downs were particularly raucous.  The
Flatlanders enforced a Flatlander format, and though a few less hardy
souls retired to sup on white rice and beet juice, those who remained
plowed through the better part of six cases of fine American lager and
sang at least token verses to nearly 50 songs.  It was fairly epic.  The
shitstud went to the hares, to be chaperoned by Dr D, while the Norman
Pace may have gone to Shit, if my Meister-Brau-addled brain serves me. 
There were no namings, thankfully.  On-afters continued on, though the
identity of those involved will be reserved for their own protection.

Next hash is the Camping Hash the weekend after next.  Get up there
Friday night to shoot the shit and drink.  The planned hash will be
Saturday morning at 11am, and there will likely be a pickup hash in
Fraser on Sunday morning for those interested.

On-on,
Deep