Crabby shag and ass quack run:<br/>

Basket, Rusty, oozing, whipass, ass quack, tongue in rear, Proboner and just Kevin arrived but no crabby shag. Albro woods provided an excellent run.<br/><br/>

Oozing, Basket and Just Kevin ended up in the suburbs of Portsmouth. East main walking it was for two them.<br/><br/>

The Noro virus sidelined crabby shag but she laid good flour. First timer for hash shit was drum roll... just Kevin. Who has plans for returning to its rightful owner. His name begins with a "w". Overall a great trail.<br/><br/>

Run# 2023<br/>
Dec 2, 2024<br/>
Weather: Perfect for a walk in the park<br/>
Pack: see above<br/>
Hashit: Just Kevin<br/>

It was with great sadness that we were greeted by Ass Quack, keeping a good distance away, he notified us that our Hare, Crabby Shag, came down with the Norovirus after being the last man (or woman) standing in her household. She did lay flour and beer, but allowed Ass Quack to humbly fill-in for her.<br/><br/>
At the appropriate time, we followed AQ's directions in hope of finding the beer. It was a total cluster-fuck from the start, as the flour was either thinly laid or we're blind bastards. Eventually, Someone found it leading into a field and crossing over to the, soon to be, next 9 holes for the Newport National Golf Club. We took a left following the dried up creek from whence Rusty sent us knee deep in shit, but now was nothing more that a few soggy bits here and there.
As we found ourselves in briars, we could hear the FRB's sucking down beers. Eventually, we popped out beside a small pond and joined the silent drinkers.<br/><br/>
Songs, beer and snacks were enjoyed until the Alt-Hare said we'd need to retrace our steps to get back, as he was confused as to where the trail went from here. I led Oozing back through the briars to the golf path. We found ourselves in someone's back yard, crossing over their finely trimmed yard and hiding from the angry dogs, we hit pavement. Oozing looked as his map and turned around to face Just Kevin, WHO had been lurking behind us. OOzing decided to turn back, but I could see a field over a stone wall. We trespassed yet again to what turned out to be Meadow Lane into the Boulevard Nurseries XMas tree fields.<br/><br/>
We continued on to East Main Rd and quickly skirted across to face to oncumming traffic and headed north. We crossed back again at Mitchells Lane and eventually back to the start. The rest of the pack found Crabby's trail and were back at the cars 15 minutes before we arrived. We circled up when Oozing finally tripped in. Ass Quack stood in for the Hare and she got a positive 6.9, while he got a bad one for not following her directions and getting Oozing, Basket and Just Kevin Lost.<br/><br/>Hashit to Just Kevin for spending too much time with Basket. Then we went to Fieldstones for a bite before heading home.