Hashers,

For those of you who weren't even there, we fucked all the virgins and
drank all the beer.  Here is how it went down, as best I can remember.

We gathered out near where we finished BFHHH #2, for those of you who
were there, that is, the hounds and one hare gathered.  By the time Mt.
Hood showed up with a duct-taped ass, the hounds were already growling,
and an hour later, when the hares finally saw fit to start tossing
powder, they were snarling and foaming at the mouth (not to be confused
with the retired hasher of the same name).  But the pack put their
aggression into the hunt, and we were soon off in hot pursuit.  We were
hardly 100 meters into the trail when we encountered a map in a
culvert.  Naturally, Piper (unnamed) was sacrificed, along with his dry
feet, and the yelping mass turned toward Foothills and Pearl, then south
to Boulder Creek.  This pristine, unhashed territory excited the hounds,
who bounded past an unrecognized titty check and a CB10 and then east
along the Creek.  At this point, the FRBs came across another CB10, this
one rather perplexing, as it sent the pack back two decision points and
was situated along a different path than a true trail arrow tucked in
with a bottle of some nasty liquid underneath a railroad bridge.  The
hares vehemently denied chalking a second CB10, and we came to the
conclusion that it was a remnant of last Thanksgiving's BFHHH #2. 
Smelling powder, Deep in the End took advantage of the opportunity and
dragged Piper (unnamed) and Bush Router down the dracks a few hundred
powderless meters, then happened across powder in the same pattern laid
during his haring of BFHHH #1.  Deep bolted down an abandoned bike trail
on the south side of Boulder Creek, and stumbled into a beer check on
its bank, followed shortly after by Piper (unnamed), Bush Router, Jeff
(unnamed) and the rest of the pack.  Cum Silent wandered in after an
apparent hare snare, which was discounted due to his circumvention of
the beer check, though he did point out that he'd waited at a random
true trail arrow attached to no trail until Heather (unnamed) came
along, laying trail out of the beer check.  Blatant prelaying.  For
shame!  Anyhow, a short interval expired, the pack chased off after the
devious and cheating hares toward the 55th Street bridge, cleverly
following the route of BFHHH #1 across to the bike path interchange
underneath, at which point a Beer Check was indicated.  Cum Silent
noticed Mt. Hood strutting westward along Pearl, but abandoned his
pursuit, thinking perhaps that Mt. Hood was pulling Discus-Miniscusian
tactics, which feature luring the FRBs off trail for a halfmile, then
dumping in their faces.  Cum Silent cursed himself when he realized Hood
was laying trail after all, and after being suckered into thinking the
trail A-A, the FRBs, including Deep, OD (unnamed), Two Holes and Cum
Silent, sheepishly met the rest of the pack at the finish a couple
hundred meters and across Pearl from the start.  Due to unsettling wind
and sodium streetlamps, the pack retired to the woods adjacent to the
start, and conducted down downs.  The crowd of 18 got shitty and
massacred the idyllic area with out of tune renditions of hash
classics.  There was one naming of note.  The hasher formerly known as
Lottie (unnamed) now answers to the appelation "Swedish Eatballs". 
Congratulations, Eatballs.

The next hash event will be conducted Friday, June 23 at 6:30pm by Cum
Silent and Bush Router, somewhere in North Boulder.  Details are
forthcoming.  The hares have pledged to get things started on time, a
foreign concept to this ultimate-derived hash, and if you have wearable
light sources, you are encouraged to bring them along in case down downs
are extended.

On-on,
Deep