A large crowd turned up at the Memorial Park in Attleboro at the east end of Tiffany Road. As they arrived, the daylight waned rapidly. Perhaps it was this, or perhaps it was the sight of suspicious old men arriving in strange running clothes; but either way, the pre-teen soccer match closed up shop rapidly, and the soccer moms kept their little ones close as they got to their cars and drove off. The hare started them off, on time yet again.

Trail led up to the railroad tracks. Turning right, they came to the upper playing fields. They encountered a check. And another check. And another, and another, and another… It turned out that some groundskeeper had been marking the field with chalk circles randomly for some unknown reason. The hash almost ended before it began. Finally, the hare was seen back near the cars, convulsing with laughter. He directed them (with some re-marking) northeast, along the tracks.

The bloated corpse of a dead fox was passed or stepped on by most, lending a fine aroma to this new beginning. A check led across South Main Street, and WHO found trail in some shiggy. This led briefly back to the tracks and turned west. The group came to the Ten Mile River. There were many choices here. Marks indicated that the river should be crossed. CEP found that it was too deep for his taste. Most then paralleled the river northeast until they came to a bridge. Crossing over, marks were found.

A maze of trails through various construction remnants, concrete sewer pipes and housings, etc. was entered. The number of hashers was on the side of the pack, as someone eventually found a true trail. Basket, Bondo, Rusty and WIPOS were off somewhere in their own little nightmare. Lead runners Flexi, CEP, Shemale Man, and Fuwangi found a homeless encampment, complete with campfire. WHO and Flobanger were slow enough to miss this. And Pubic, Snotty & Son, and Oozing stuck with the hare.

Trail now circled the large sand-and-gravel pits counterclockwise. Swinging south, those that stuck with the hare were rewarded, as he led them to the Beer Check, on a ledge above the pits. However, returning from their social service visit to those less fortunate, Shemale Man, Flexi and CEP blew past the poor marking to the beer, and continued south. The hare called them back, but only WHO and Fuwangi heard.

It was a fine site for a beer. A clear night, some nice brews and a few songs. But as always, something has to ruin everything. Basket, Rusty, WIPOS AND Bondo had managed to backtrack and find the group across the pits. The burdens we have to bear! Finishing up, some tried to follow trail, but most simply made their way down into the gravel pit, and took the road out to Tiffany, and turned left to the cars.

Circling up, the run was rated. Virgin territory, large turnout, some good shiggy, over 50 checks in the first 200 yards. WOW, MOM. But, Basket and Bondo making it to the beer check by backtracking, only one bimbo, and no one actually crossing the river (not even the hare!) Total: +0. A naming was called for. Just Pat wouldn’t leave the circle. So Just Spencer was named, and shall henceforth be known as Hairy Krishna. Hashit went to CEP for missing the beer check through athletic prowess. Finishing up, the hare went to some local rib place with the young folk, the Auld Pharts went to the more usual Wetherlaines, and I believe WIPOS went to Ocean Mist.