Date: 9/29/02 Venue: 666 lite Weather: the heat was on Time: doin' it Set by: Bumps Hounds: Jessica Aisenbrey, Justin Spencer, Brian Muegge, HYP, Juicy, Wacko, Pyro, WeePee, Toes, Weatherman, Geezer Rookies: Clare Huang, Craig McFarland, Dave?? Notes from the hare: HY Paully, found cuffed in the rear of a Police vehicle, was released into the custody of Tabletoes, Bumps, and Pyroman with the directive to "beat him with a really big stick". 'nuff said. Next hashes... still plenty of dates available, so volunteer today! #902.4, Sun, Oct 6, 2 pm 87 Prospect, Weatherman sets. #903.4, Sun, Oct 13, 2 pm 87 Prospect ??? sets??? need a volunteer! #904.4, Sun, Oct 20, 2 pm 87 Prospect, Geezer sets. #905.4, Sun, Oct 27, 2 pm 87 Prospect ??? sets??? #906.4, Sun, Nov 3, 2 pm 87 Prospect LRF sets? #910.4, Sun, Nov 10, 2 pm 87 Prospect ??? sets??? ======================== Part Two ================================== Hey YO Paully is barred from hashing on Princeton Hash House Harrier Hash #901.4 Date: 9/29/02 Set by: Bumps Weather: Hot in the sun, cool in the shade Hounds: 3 virgins and 2 old guys plus some others, one of which was really small - pardon I can't get all the names right as my memory had been impailed. Someone forward the list please. No one showed but a couple of golfers until 2:50. Seems like a tree fell over the night before and some poor soul ran into it so 29 was a mess. On-On: Flour up the dry rocky creek bed, up to the ski lift - beer check in carry in/carry out fashion. I should have followed people by the corn maize and to the animal rights picnic. I got lost and found myself at a triple junction: - I knew the corn maize was left - I knew a quarry was off in the distance right - I knew a plowed field with barbara wire was in front of me - I never go back I went left but got snagged on flora, so I turned around (= same as going right from triple junction). I came out to a silo-looking thing, then the area opened up to a softball field unlike any other I've ever played on (and I've played on lot's of them. This one was surrounded with high fence topped with razor wire. I said uh-oh. Like I said, I never go back. For fear that they saw me already and would send dogs, I plowed ahead as if I belonged there. I ran along the field on the outside of the compound. I could see white converted school buses but no people. Ah - asphalt! What's this? A guard checking in some car at the compound entrance - good, he's occupied. Went down hill on the facility road to some County Animal Facility right off of 29; but alas, another couple security staff around a fenced area called the SLAP stopped me, rightfully so I guess. They made me put down the empty beer bottle. Guards were called in. The facility was shut down. I was detained until they could perform a master count - which thankfully came back complete (after a long time). Unfortunately, I did wreck visitation for a few would-be lucky individuals, and a high-ranking official missed a softball game - I especially felt bad for him. Long story short: Township cuffed me until they confirmed I was who I said I was - even though Table had my car keys - lucky for me I had a spare so they could open my trunk and check my wallet and ID. To tell you the truth, I'd feel much more uneasy about the County had they simply let me go. Overheard during detainment: - "I run 2 or 3 times a week but I never come back cut up like you." - "We had an incident about 10 years ago when one of you all put flour on a dead body up there" (I presume he meant deer carc ass). - "At least he has good taste in beer."