Greetings hashers,


Not long ago, a hash was declared, and declared to be a hash celebrating 
kink, a Fetish Hash.  So, on a chilly, overcast day, Cock Gobbler and 
Fistful of Wang adorned themselves in fineries and set about leading a 
ragtag assortment of deviants on a romp through rural Longmont.  Pig Pimp 
was there, her ample bosom barely contained by a network of leather and 
suede, while Deep cavorted in his belly-baring homage to Britney 
Spears.  Morbidly Deleterious was decked out in her best necrophilic garb, 
and both Pod and (Little Bo) Peep Show sported collar, chain and 
rope.  Fistful was attired as the village vicar, while naughty Gobbler was 
ready for action.  There may have been other outfits, but it was hard to 
concentrate in the company of Ms Pimp.


The ten or so hounds wandered suburbia for a bit before a CB to a map on 
the fringes of a devilish golf course, before jumping CO119 to circumvent a 
treacherous descent the hares so much wanted to the hounds to suffer 
through.  6 half-minds make 3 whole-minds, it turns out, and the motion to 
shortcut was easily carried with Deep part of the caucus.  The trail then 
snaked around a rail depot and sugar factory, with a combination CB and YBF 
putting the pack out in some bonafide shiggy.  Little Head elected to head 
for the home of some hashers the hares don't know, hoping they'd made some 
celestial connection, while the rest wandered around the site of some major 
highway construction before slipping down a bank to an under-bridge finish 
by the idyllic St Vrain.


Down-downs ensued, and they were eventful.  Party favors were distributed 
and phalluses drunk from.  Songs were sung.  Twinkies were 
de-creamed.  And, almost as part of some glorious script, trucks were 
parked on the far side of the river, and head given, during circle.  Yes, I 
did say head.  Gobbler was enraptured.


We pried ourselves away from the show, and made our way back to Fistful's 
place.  Gobbler had her slave prepare food for all, while she tried to 
establish a game of Truth or Dare Jenga, which fizzled.  It was replaced by 
a game of Asshole, Fistful's neighbor, and a carved pumpkin beer 
bong.  Thanks to Gobbler for involuntarily contributing her pumpkin for 
such a noble pursuit.  It's entirely possible that other nefarious 
activities broke out, but the alcoholic haze precludes accurate recall - or 
even inaccurate recall.


Next hash looks to be this coming Saturday (11/15) at 2pm, hared by Blows 
His Own Horn and Peep Show (no Bo), who so enjoyed the first game of Truth 
or Dare Jenga Gobbler fired up, of Flatlander lore.  Details on the 
hash?  You might also make the effort to attend the "Bada in Arvada" on 
Sunday, an infamous annual DH3 event that I've enjoyed in the 
past.  Details on this can be found on the Receding Hareline, which can be 
found via www.harrier.net.


On-on,
Deep