PHHH #985.9 

Date: Sunday, April 25, 2004 

Place: Tyler State Park, off Swamp Road, in Butt'ful Bucks County 

Weather: Briefly grey 

Time: 20 minutes, with regroup 

Hare: Spankin' Ryan's Privates 

Hounds: Hand Solo, Stigmata, Bjorn Dork, Safe Sweats, Hey YO! Paully, Caleb Howe, Wipi 
Liberty Bell HHH'ers: Cock in Face, Delinkwent, Carrie, Horny Hands, Cousin It 

Virgins: Bonnie Solo, Kathleen Coggeshall 


Oops, I Did It Again 

Britney Spears jokes are funnier when they're about applied quantum physics 
(http://britneyspears.ac/lasers.htm), but Sunday's affable debacle wasn't bad as SPR 
stories go.  How could the PHHH pass up an opportunity to let someone else set?  Okay, 
so it was 45 minutes away and Spankin' was treading on the territory of the much-missed 
Rojo, our Grand Dominatrix, now idling her days in Virginia as southern belle of her boy 
toys, but he or a suitable facsimile thereof had set a shitty hash of an hour's duration 
once before (867.4). 

    Little did we know that SRP's Liberty Belle comrades laid a trap, not a hash, 
shaking us down for $5 a head and nodding ominously when Caleb pleaded, "But I'm a 
student!"  Introductions made, Hand Solo's new companion Bonnie desperately seeking 
four-legged members of the opposite sex, we set off, bounding through woods that led 
us to a trail and checkmark by a swampy stream.  There was the obvious mark across the 
water, which Caleb immediately waded toward, the rest of us--that is, excluding Hand, 
HYP, SPR's woman Carrie, and LBHHH GM Delinkwent who appears to have been separated from 
A. G. Zaire at birth--going briefly around.  Damned if it wasn't a true trail; from there 
on on to the soccer fields, where our slavering pack terrorized Bucks County fathers and 
sons on the fields of soccer dreams before looping back and stumbling upon a thoroughly 
embarassed hare. 

    For someone bent on ceremony, Spankin' seemed to have forgotten that found hares are 
deposited in the nearest body of water, which happened to be a toxic stream bed not ten 
feet away.  We settled for crowning him with Wipi's found fish net, gave him five minutes 
to scuttle away and then took up the trail, after briefly considering and rejecting the 
marks that led to Paully's crooning cries.  No, the thrill was gone, on on on the hare, 
who turned up, literally, five minutes later once we deciphered the spidery On In on 
trail.  Five bucks doesn't buy much more than two bucks on a Geezer hash; prices 
exorbitantly higher west of the river. 

    Paully and Hand and Bonnie eventually met each other going in opposite directions, 
while SRP shook his bewildered head about all the cool terrain we missed, the absence of 
his missing companion and grandmaster, and we shook our heads at his futile effort to 
cross his own trail.  He did his "I'm a Little Teapot" routine for us, but his heart 
wasn't in it; it was a bit like seeing seeing Winnie the Pooh in an un-Poohish mood.  
On the other hand, rookies Bonnie and Kathleen had a pretty good time; Bonnie took her 
master on a Tyler Park sleigh ride while the latter found hashing almost as fun as 
climbing trees.  She also got a free backrub by LBHHHers concerned with her tense 
solemnity, and a down-down before we returned to the cars, a run that took almost as 
long as the hash.