Flatlander wankers,

Here's a recap of the Thanksgiving hash for those who
couldn't be bothered to show up, or those who showed up but
were so badly mauled by greenskeepers on trail that they've
suffered half-mind damage and associated memory loss.

A pack of about 15 gathered at Monarch Middle School in
Louisville, which was different than Monarch High School,
but probably nicer.  The hares, Two Holes and the Beav, set
out in an untimely fashion, while Deep risked crushing the
roof of Chacockqua's minivan to conduct surveillance of the
hares' exciting route.  Eventually, the hounds staggered
out, and followed the trail toward Dillon Rd.  Deep, Cum
Silent, and Discus shortcut a map and tested a second
shortcut into the neighborhood across Dillon, while the rest
of the pack caught up and investigated true trail.  The
shortcutting trio were unsuccessful in their second bid, and
eventually rejoined the pack near the golf course which
crosses Dillon.  At this point, Chacockqua led us along a
very regularly-spaced CB 30, which returned us to the golf
course crossing and a sneaky trail out into a fairway. 
Blowsis, Sinbad and two young mothers, Cummy and Freudian,
were harrassed by Napoleans in golf carts, and we turned
back.  The pack decided to circle the golf course looking
for the exit route, but after crossing under 36, running
through a prairie dog minefield, and crossing back through
Avista Hospital construction, little trace of powder was
found.  It turns out the trail followed cart paths and a
brook, managing to twist its way to the north back into
neighborhoods, but the old adage, "Never fuck with an
engineer" could be applied to golf courses, and we rallied
back at the start, 90+ minutes on trail and less than 1/2 of
trail completed.  The majority of the pack went straight to
2Holes' place, leaving a few motivated halfminds to
autowank.  Deep drove up Cherry and discovered Cum Silent's
car and Discus' pack arrow in Heritage(?) Park.  He started
to follow trail, but hearing no whistles, he elected to
continue on by car to the new finish.  Reaching 2Holes'
place, he communicated with Cummy via cell phone and
negotiated the move of the old beer check/finish to the new
finish, 2Holes' garage.  The pack found a couple of beers to
tide them over, then the hares arrived and it was
ascertained that the Beav was solely responsible for the
fiasco.  He still drinks like a champ.

Down-downs commenced, and drinks were consumed, primarily by
Discus and Linda (unnamed).  There was one naming to note. 
The Thanksgiving-only Flatlander formerly known as Linda
(unnamed) will now be referred to as Cold Turkey.  The
singing was typical of a Flatlander affair and continued
well into the evening (actually, we got kicked out by 6). 
And there you have the 5th Annual Thanksgiving Hash.

On-on,
Deep