Wankers,

We actually had about 10 Flatlanders down in Denver last Friday night
for the Full Moon Hash.  For the rest of you, here's a recap.

A mammoth pack gathered near the southern end of Wash Park - probably 60
or 70 hounds total, 25 or 30 of them virgins.  It was chaotic, for sure,
but after a quick hash flash and "group grope", the swarm rolled out
across the street to look for the scant indications of trail.  I'll give
the hares the benefit of the doubt by suggesting that there'd been a
windstorm since they pre-laid their powders, though to be honest,
Half-Cocked and I spent much of our time attempting to walk-shortcut our
way around the pack.

The trail snaked a bit to the north, then east, then back around the
start and southeast along I-25, before finally crossing to a beer check
and a effluvium-choked honey bucket which was put into heavy use.  Cum
Silent came loping up eventually, where he told of the pregger duo,
Cummy Pinko and Freudian Slut, bringing up the so-called rear.  Not
wanting to risk losing any ground to the true walkers, the pack took off
once more, in waves.  My wave was led by either a hare or a friend of
the hares or someone somehow related to the hares, for it wasn't long
before he did his best "Pssst, buddy..." and shepherded us onto a
shortcut.  I ran out to leave as many pack arrows as possible on an exit
ramp, but they were ignored by the ingrates at the back of the pack -
you know who you are.  Not one to dabble in the vagueries of pure
hounding, I was more than happy to cheat my way ahead on trail, which we
intersected once more just as it dove through a storm drain under I-25. 
In near complete darkness, we stemmed our way above a flowing trickle
through the pipe, and after various experiments slurming up an
algae-slicked ramp, opted for the convenient knotted webbing straight up
the sidewall to a shot check nearby.  The massive pack fanned out across
the ensuing field, and eventually sniffed out the finish a couple
hundred yards away.

Down-downs ensued, fueled by two kegs and plenty of good food.  The oval
was chaotic, give the sheer number of hashers and the virgin quotient,
but things progressed slowly and loudly, led by Little Head and Cum
Silent.  As the virgins were introduced, Cum Silent and Deep decided to
go find their wives, still on trail at the time.  They found them
wandering aimlessly about the shot check, and with the help of a bit of
technology on trail, led them back to the finish.  The virgins were
still being introduced.  No shit.

After two non-Flatlander namings and a 95% atrophy of the oval, the
diehards wrapped things up and got down to feasting.  For some - well,
for Good Time - this meant staying the night, then drinking margs in the
morning, then staying most of the next day.  The Beav should be slapping
himself repeatedly that he didn't arrange the party at his place.

And so ended the first "You-Stole-Our-Night-So-We-Crashed-Your-Hash"
Flatlander invasion of the Full Moon HHH.  Next hash is Friday 5/10
6:30pm, to be hared by Deep and Cum Silent in Louisville.

On-on,
Deep