The small pack headed out. As usual, trail led to the shores of Belleville Pond and deviated as always, northwest to the old trolley bed. The visitors from Boston were amazed as WHO and Basket seemed to always make the right choices. This is not often seen. Async led, but plowed on straight, while WHO and the visitors followed Basket out to Ten Rod Rd. on Warburton. But now, things became confused. Basket tried west, WHO crossed the car dealership looking for marks in Cocumscussoc. LFE tried east, but gave up too soon.

Finally, someone (Scatwoman?) noticed the hare, sitting on a front porch a quarter mile east on Ten Rod. He gave the pack instructions to head into the woods northwards. Because of the rain, he had set using yellow ribbons. He said go straight, turn right “in a while”, and leave the houses to the left. But he mentioned that there mightn’t be too many marks. Apparently, just before the hash started, he had run into an angry property owner, collecting yellow ribbons. (Must be the brother of the guy who’s always chasing us out of the woods at the east side of Cocumscussoc. What’s with these people in Wickford? I mean, Tinker’s been gone for a few years. Do they have memories like elephants, or what?)

North they headed, into a nicely briar-filled marsh. LFE and Mr Rogers turned left and surprisingly, found a yellow ribbon. But this was the last they would see. They came to an actual path, Basket tried north, Hare Club south. No ribbons. But WHO found… an angry property owner, collecting yellow ribbons. He was very unhelpful, and didn’t seem to find the sport of hashing to his liking. He went off to call the FBI. Lucky Oozing wasn’t there, or Homeland Security would have road-blocked all of North Kingstown.

Getting tired of all this, they turned east. Crossing some nice shiggy, they came out onto Rt 1, said unanimously: “F@#& the hare!”, and turned south on Rt 1 back to the Oakhill Tavern. No beer check? No problem! In they went and started a tab for the hare.  It is actually a nice, warm feeling, sitting in a comfortable bar having a beer, knowing that the hare is sitting on his cooler out there in the woods waiting for you to arrive. But eventually, even our hares catch on. He joined the group, and they gathered out in the parking lot to circle.