PHHH #988.9

May 16, 2004

Weather: Rosedale

Place: Nice

Time: an hour

Hare: Geezer

Hounds: Hey YO! Paully, Jan Kaiser, Brain Injury Volunteer, Mike Hostetler nka Soft
Bottom, Weepee, Homoerotic Tick Checking


Joe Burns Says . . .


    "Turtles!" as the pack wends its way on a near A to A through various wetlands that
Geezer rediscovered during yet another visit to Rosedale Park.  Of course Joe Burns,
patron saint of the Princeton Hash, near mythical deity rumored to return in October for
the 25th anniversary astride a white-winged horse, clad in gold raiment, bearing a keg
of Stegmaier's under each arm, would say no such thing.  Geezer, on the other hand,
yelled "Turtles!" early and often, hopefully in that half yodel familiar in men of Mt.
Kisco; many times, in fact, with the increasingly forlorn hope that the pack would
conjure up the hard-shelled denizens of the woodlands that our grandmaster insisted he
saw, practically stepped on, and barely fought off while setting.
    "You're too slow for them, and they got away when they heard you coming."  Well, Joe
Burns, reported by Salsa Bitch to be standing atop a 50-foot column of sheer basalt
beside the Langtant River north of Syabru while cycling his arms in atonement for some
nameless sin, never said anything like this, but Geezer was scratching his carbuncles in
search of an excuse for the missing chelonians.
    "Shitty Hash!" Doubtless Joe Burns, rumored to be living on an asteroid making a
near-Earth pass this October thanks to his mastery of applied Zorgonomics, said that
many times when he was first to keg back in the day--and even more times when he
followed Call Me Genghis Kahne and Dogshrinker to the warm six-pack of Piels at the
on-in.  But even more people said "Shitty Hash!" even though Paully found the Piels
pretty palatable this time around
    "Never follow marks downhill from a check."  Geezer tried to warn them, but after 55
minutes without spotting a terrapin within 50 miles of Rosedale, the pack was in an ugly
mood, and proceeded to follow Ouipee down, down, down the long incline to yet another
promising and turtleless pool just past the F.