Hey halfminds,

For those of you who couldn't make it, and for those of you who couldn't
get enough, here's the scoop from Saturday's hash:

We gathered at a random Interlocken corporate parking lot under sunny
skies with a slight westerly wind.  At 22, this was our best attended
event to date, and once again the pack contained a number of virgins and
a couple folks trying to relive the experience again for the first time,
mostly expats from the Jhavelinas in Tucson.

After bitching about the section of the parking lot the hounds chose to
gather in, the hares set around the back of the building whose 2nd floor
was open access with views of the surrounding terrain (I'm guessing, I
wouldn't pull a stunt like that).  After a quick review of how to blow a
whistle, the pack set off in hot pursuit.  This next section I'm making
up, since Brad (unnamed) and I didn't see but one powder for the first
half of the trail.  Seems the hares didn't lay the trail where he and I
chose to go, for some reason.  What they did lay was a meandering lark
through a golf course, where Chrissy (unnamed) left a nice set of
footprints across a "Hey!  It's springy!" green, up and around a bridge
which concealed some sort of map, UP a HILL around Corporate Express,
and down into another stretch of golf course.  At this point, the hares
chose to blaze trail with private property signs instead of powder, and
the pack had to shrug off a number of verbal assaults from uptight
golfers.  I guess these people have some sort of exclusive community. 
The pack managed to outpace angry golf carts, dodging a series of
obstacles "laid" by a countback-happy hare.  UP a steep HILL to a
construction site and we found a Beer Near, which in hare-speak was more
of a Beer-In-A-2-Mile-Radius.  The trail led around and up and over and
deadended at a rather tall chain-link fence, the boundary of the golf
course, which is where Turtle (unnamed) snared Cummie Pinko, a hare with
a less than spectacular climbing facility.  A number of hounds explored
the far side of the fence before the hares finally decided on a nearby
parking lot on the near side to "lay" their finish.  A painful breeze
combined with February sprinklers (?!) drove the hares and hounds back
to Cummie Pinko's garage for DDs, which were rather extended, given the
size of the pack and the number of frivolous guerilla DDs given out. 
There was a single naming (Cummie Pinko), before down-afters in our
house and over at Casa Alvarez.  

Three cheers to Jason MacDonald (unnamed) for proudly displaying his
half a mind by singing and breaking margarita glasses in the restaurant.

Thanks to all for a successful hash.  

Next hash: Saturday, March 25, 12pm.
Hares: Freudian Slut, Dr. Dripdick
Location: TBA, not ending at our garage

-Tyson (unnamed)