The hare was supposedly JIMA. Say no more! WHO in their right mind would show up for this one? WHO and Bondo were the only two regulars stupid enough to give him the benefit of the doubt. Europee’in’ Whore is still in visitor status so can be excused. (Bet she learned her lesson, though!) For the rest of you: GOOD THINKING!

The hash started form the Lodge in Lincoln, and as it turned out, was actually hared by Basket. Like that’s an improvement! It started as they so often do, by finding marks at the back of the parking lot. These were the only marks seen, however. The hare had prelaid, and the rain the night before had made short work of his “efforts”. WHO led EW north and west to the adjacent pond. A check sent WHO into a swamp, EW north with the hare, and Bondo south across the road and into Lincoln Woods. He was never to be seen again. One small positive note in this disaster.

After it became clear that the marks were truly invisible, the hare requested a 10 minute head-start, and set off to re-lay trail. This left WHO and EW alone. In the dark woods. But to EW’s disappointment (?), WHO doesn’t need 10 minutes. So seconds later, adjusting their clothing, they were off. They followed fresh trail through brush, light swamp and with a few deer paths thrown in for a slight break every now and then. They crossed a few small branches of the Moshassuck River. There were no checks, and the two headed north and east.

After about 30 minutes of this almost unbearable excitement, they finally came to some paths and a check or two. The beer was sensed, and as WHO ranged over some likely boulders to the east, the hare called EW to the beer. Who was not far behind. The beer was opened, and as dusk turned to dark, they chatted, waiting and not daring to hope that Bondo had given up and turned home. Fortune favored them this night.

Trail back was a cooperative effort, as there was no trail, the hare had no friggin’ clue, and WHO was not much better. They bushwhacked mostly south, and crossed at least three branches of the river. Finally, lights were seen in the distance, and  they made their way to the Lodge. Bondo was in his car, in a semi-stuporous state thanks to his home brew.

The circle was held. Ratings: near virgin territory, good shiggy, no pavement, hare losing his own trail, and female-to-male ratio of 1:2.5. There was simply NOTHING NEGATIVE TO SAY! But the inverse-square law applies here. Total: -69! Hashit required some thought; ultimately it was given to JIMA in absentia, as Bondo has grown to fond of the sexual aid within the Hashit, and no one wanted to listen to one of WHO’s songs. After the circle, Bondo of course headed for home, so it was only three that made it into the Lodge that night. Nothing more needs to be said.