Flatlanders,

For those of you who didn't make it last month, here's a recap of the
pickup hash at Hash House I.

The pack gathered on hash time, and straws were drawn.  It was rumored
that the Beav was back in town, but we had to make due with his Dad, who
we thanked for providing such suitable hash accomodations.  Sinbad
rejoiced when she plucked the first hare, while Speed Bump enjoyed the
extra challenge of sporting the shit.  The barefooted one led us on a
romp through familiar neighborhoods, in the general direction of
Arapahoe and Foothills.  She expertly employed turn on powders, though
some of her DP creations were, well, creative.  Deep chose a longcut,
which put him on the far side of the fence from Sinbad's eventual
snaring at the hands of Cum Silent, but this put him in good position to
nail Cum Silent a few moments later.  Deep then laid a fine DP with two
bad trails, concealing himself directly under the DP, under a bridge. 
He waited for the shit to catch up, but discovered that the shit had
already been combined, and that Sinbad's shiggy had taken a toll.  So he
scrawled finish, and the pack retired to Hash House I for tasty
beverages.

Down-downs ensued, old style.  The pack's thirst was rekindled as it had
not been for most of the winter, and they knocked back a goodly amount
of thrifty ales to nearly as many classic songs.  All in all, a fine
sunny day of hashing in mid March.

On-on,
Deep