PRINCETON HHH HASH #943.2

Date: July 9, 2003

Hare - Nutt'n Stuck

Weather - Evryt'n Stuck

Hounds - Hey Yo Paully and Henrick.
Time - 47 mins, so they say

Venue: from Geo. Davison Road and surrounding apartment complex to same

Paully in car in rain. Henrick arrived on bicycle. No hare to be found - but
marks were observed quite readily. Guess no one else is hashing tonight. 

Paully strolled the first mile along the bike path with golf umbrella while
Henrick returned his bicycle - since the trail went toward his dwelling.

Down to the Creek - where the biggest horse flies reside - get the hell outs
here - no way he crossed that thing. 

What's this?! The trail virtually goes from the end of this path (rear of
shopping strip) back to the start. Time to place the umbrella back - still no
hare - ah! Marx across the street - lead relatively quickly to the on-in at
Raven's Crest for Rolling Rock, salsa no bitch, fig newtons (safeway fig bars
to be exact). No one touched the water/juice.

Unfortunately, NS tried the dreaded figure 8 and the hounds basically did a
"6", foregoing the real shiggy stuff over the dam and in the woods - this was
not done on purpose, rather, the junction was set too early and we never even
had to go over the dam - Let's face it, it is very complex to set an "8", and I
don't mean apartment. So the "6" with only a little upper tail had to suffice.
In fact, we didn't figure out that we 86'd the 8 in lieu of the 6 until we had
a few beers and got comfortable. Shame there wasn't a 5th.

Pika children were digesting the flour from the asphalt pavement at the on-in.

Next Wednesday night 7/16 - Geezer sets - with the third leg of the Try&Grill
at the Geezerheim. Bring your own meat.


And this from the Hare hisself... 
there i was, knee deep in empty flour bags and it was raining cats and 
dogs...

i questioned my sanity as i attempted the dreaded figure eight on a live 
trail. bigger men have tried and failed, but i said "no guts, no 
airmedals..."

i doubled back to check the start point to see if anyone even showed up 
in the dreaded weather just around 6:30. OH NO ITS PAULLY'S CAR!!!! i 
thought he was faster than that. nonetheless, the bastard short cut 
all the shiggy and private property....

so close, yet so far. at least the beer was cold.

nut'stuck

PS the children are still eating the silly white stuff in the parking 
lot. someone should talk with their parents about that...