PRINCETON HHH HASH #528.4

Date: October 22, 1995
Weather: Indian Summer-like
Venue: 206 Just South of the Belle Mead Inn - South between 206 and 
       Belle Mead - Blawenburg (Great) Rd. along the tracks to the
       bridge at Dutchtown-Harlingen Road
Time: A deceptive 2 hours
Set By: My Lips Are Seals

Hashers: Ro Jo, Delay LLLama, Eyesore, Wacko, Big Nut, Pushnermaybe,
         Diane "NHN" Friendofpushnermaybe, Carrie H.

			MY LIPS ARE SEALS

Still traumatized by his close call with the entire Plainsboro
Police Department, a fractured state no doubt deepened by his
exposure to Judge "Hang Em High and Often" Rizemowski of the 
Hillsborough Township Motor Vehicles Court - MLAS kept tight-lipped
about his trail offering only four words of wisdom, "Keep To
The Woods".  How prophetic, as we soon realized that the
trail had been set "porpoisely" surreptiously, avoiding
marks anywhere a homeowner or PBA supporter might see, which 
incidently, coincides with anywhere a hound might see.  However, it
was an awesome day for wandering around the woods aimlessly, so awesome
that Pushnermaybe and pal Diane ventured forth from the north
to join us despite the fact that just two weeks ago we once
again left without a trace when they were merely 5 minutes late due
to traffic.  The "Maybe Man" lobbied continuously for a return to announcing
start locations on the net or in lieu of such efficiency returning to
the instructions under a rock in the parking lot.  Yeah, right, we'll
get right on it.

Eyesore spent the afternoon collecting wildflowers for a class, clearly
more interested in picking apart the landscape than tracking down flour
marks.  Arrows soon were determined to be real on this trail, and numerous
as we often traveled 100 to 200 yards at a clip from one to the next
to the next, fearing how far 15 lbs of announced flour might take one
who set the entire trail this way.  Eventually the brave hounds had
survived the endless false on the railroad tracks and the vanishing trail
of golf balls, finding themselves lost within a remarkable maze of
twisty passages, all alike, drowning in a constant refrain of "Are You's".
Seal Lips, still fearful of capture, refused to place any marks on these
passages, where we might be spotted and hauled off, instead picking
his way between trails where hounds never trod, except, of course,
for Big Nut, who rescued us more than once with his incredible ability
to find the trail in the most ludicrous of spots.  Amidst our  
chorus of "Are You's!!!" we tried to discern the
subtle variations in the Big Nut's cries that would enlighten us
as to whether he was lost like the rest of us, or once again,
on a trail that no one else seemed capable of finding.  A regroup 
was called and the pack split up - those following Pushner who
knew where we were, and those who knew enough never to follow
Pushner, unless you want to find yourself wrapped around a guard rail, 
but that's another story.

Those of us who didn't run the 2 miles back to the start but instead
took the two hundred yards down the railroad tracks to the end,
were treated to a run in with a nice homeowner (who we mistook at
first for the hare...)
  "Are You?!?!"  
  "Are You?!?!"
  "Who Are You?!?!"
  "Who Are You?!?!?"
  "Wacko!"
  Silence.  Oooops.  Better start running.  Oh OH!  He's sicking his
dog on us!!!  Oh my God!!  Look at that beast!  That's the ugliest
living thing I've ever seen - some sort of cross between a French Poodle 
and old socks - hash socks.
  "Come back here, Sweetie."
(Is he talking to Diane, or the poodle thing?)

We find the Big Blue Van and the beer and chips and salsa and apple
juice and bananas, then we hunt down the hare and drive back to the
start at the Belle Mead post office, wonder once again at Pushnermaybe's
ability to attract ticks even one week from November, consider 
asking people what the hell they're doing mailing letters on a 
Sunday (until we realize what the hell are we doing drinking
beer in a post office parking lot on a Sunday) then we load it up
and head home, without any police escort.

Next Hashes: 

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#532.4   Sunday, Novermber 18th  2 pm, ???


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