PHHH #973.9 
Date: Sunday, February 1, 2004 (rabbit!) 
Place: Pine Brae Road off 518 to Montgomery High School 
Weather: Cooly sunny 
Time: 1:50 
Hare: Hand Solo 
Hounds: Ouipee, Hey YO! Paully 
The Hare of the Hash that Bit 

When the hares finally found their host, Hand exclaimed (as much as Hand could ever exclaim), 
"I was expecting you here 40 minutes ago."  But most hounds read correctly Hand Solo's disingenuous 
note attesting to a hash that would finish in time for everyone to get back home before the Super 
Bowl kickoff and bustier stress test.  That left a good three hours from hash start to on-in, or 
for more sensible pre-Bowl beerdrinking and wing nibbling.  As it was, only HYP's memory of last 
winter's Solo-Discomfort marathon (914.4) kept him and befuddled Weepee under two hours while 
finding marks at one of what were maybe 2 cute little bridges behind 4 industrial-strength suburban 
schools separated by 16 stretches of mostly frozen creek, starving deer tracks, and preserved 
farmland covered in variable amounts of powdery snow. 

Paully's effective shortcutting was offset by his speech impediment, leading his partner with 
the siren call of "Oonnn oonnn!" when HYP thought he was asking "RRRrrrrr yuuuuu."  Hwippiy on the 
other hand balanced a sure nose for marks with an inability to conceive of any destination but 
Hand's house for the on-in, which resulted in some needless off-course northwestern lunges.  Hand 
compensated for the snowprints, absence of endless loops of life, and a cornucopulistic on-in with 
a reluctance to mark the big dead raccoon in the silo building near the start, checkmarks every 50 
yards, and a second Wachspress Double Cross parallel to 518 that never revealed an endpoint. 

Kudos to the hare for a clever back track in the snow from a fenced-in check mark, suggesting 
his  evaporation into thin air. 

Will the circle be unbroken?  Hell, no, the hounds serenaded the hare, knocked back a mid-size 
dixie cup of Yuengling and Rolling Rock. 

Next up, and up, and up: 3 consecutive Safesweatsets--you'll need protection! 
And, let the hype begin for the Butterfly's madame of all hardcorpses!