PHHH #1205.9

Date: Flag Day + 1 = fathers day, 2008 (aka sperm donation day)

Hare: Queef

Hounds: Hey Yo! Paully, Cliff Diver, Itemized Seduction, and Weepeee

Terrain: Hamilton Veterans Park and environs

Weather: Sunny, low humidity (yes, this early GLOBAL WARNING heat waive finally 
broke!)

Time: 1ish 

On-On warning from Queef - you'll find an arrow pointing around something, ignore 
that and go straight. (WTF!). Well, we found various instances where we tried to
 follow the verbal directions and eventually found ourselves running the trail 
back and forth (like the proverbial fly flying between two impact-bound locomotives! ).

By the gazebo we found a check and then an arrow pointing back to the check - much 
chaos enued until we ignored the backward arrow (later, the here realized he F'd 
up hare).

By a traffic light, we all tried the easy asphalt and cement paths to no avail. 
Surely not in the thickets - alas Paully found it, the rest just listened for my 
calls and cemented it over the bridged creek (HYP over a small wobbly log) - to the 
broad detention basin.

Too many marks are better than not enough. This hash was feast or famine.

Great on-in food (hoagie and chicken cheese steak!, weird olived (free pit purples 
and tight pit greenies), tea cookies, cranberry nut (notso) brittle, requisite chips 
and salsa (which was best mixed with the not so traditional dips) and the most 
precious of all: Paully Girl (not N.A. either!) But no opener (luckily Paully's 
honed his beer opening skills and only one foamed slightly).

Much discussion about doggie care, Celtics, and death lessons for little children. 

Red Hourback walked into abar and asked for a tall cold draft.
The barkeep replied: "I thought you already had one of those".
(face it - I am a sixer fan, I have no BIAS!)

Next hash - summer solstice Friday 6/20 at 6:30 WEAR YOUR YELLOW


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And this addendum to the writeup:

Queef hashes are like little children. Cute, but don't take them seriously.
They all work out fine in the end, however. The trails were splendid. Shaded, 
mercifully shiggy free in the heat, and lots of flour. The catch was the direction 
and consistency of the marks (WTF!). On In welcomed us with munchies and brew deluxe 
as is Queef's custom - generosity.