Run # 2046 Shemale Sets a Shortie Hash 5/12/25<br/>
Where: Target, Smithfield Commons, RI<br/>
Hare: Shemale<br/>
Hounds: Basket, W.I.P.O.S., W.H.O., Luxury Box, Amish, Rusty, Oozing, PG, Just Pat (Butler)<br/>
Hashit: PG<br/>
Pack away at 6:32pm<br/><br/>
Trail: I should have known this was an ill-fated trail when the hare sent us up a half-broken staircase into not one but two graveyards. The whiskey was immediately present behind a large tombstone, at which point the hash paused to quench our thirst. Then it was off and up and away into the rocks and hills. Lots of thorns, rocks, and mud, and I managed to trip over literally all of them.<br/><br/>
After I checked about 6.9 falsies, I arrived at the Turkey Eagle split.<br/><br/>
The Eagle went straight up, which made sense since Eagles are higher fliers than Turkeys. After some indecision, I saw Rusty scaling the rocks nonchalantly, so, not to be outdone, I also chose Eagle and scrambled upward over the rocks.<br/><br/> 
Soon Rusty was lost in the scrub. And I was attempting to follow marks over some serious ankle turners. Down the hill I stumbled and then back up again, at which point LB had caught up to me. Wisely she let me scale the next slippery, rocky, slope and slipped off into the trees to short cut.<br/><br/> 
I scrambled up some more rocks, walked through even more briars and then back through more briars, found the Hare, and finally got myself back on trail to go directly into the woods again.<br/><br/> 
And into a water crossing.<br/><br/> 
And into some briars. And up more rocks. And into more briars. Finally made it to the Beer stop where it seemed the entire rest of the pack had shortcut their way directly to a cooler of All Day IPA and were sitting around on the rocks.<br/><br/> 
The Hare had tipped me off that Murphy's was in my future if I was patient. Sure enough, he arrived shortly after myself and pulled another cooler of far superior beer out of the pile of sticks and leaves that Basket was nearly sitting on. Luckily for the Hare, Basket has a Red Cone Deficiency, so he couldn't see it. This, of course gives no excuse to Dr WHO, WHO was also sitting on it, but I digress.<br/><br/>  
There was Captains Daughter, and Murphy's, and other delectable things including Orange Food (unlike a Tip Trail, who never provides food).<br/><br/> 
We scrambled back to the first grave yard for the circle. And began to rate the run. And there was much rambling.<br/><br/> 
So much rambling.<br/><br/> 
Despite the rock scrambling, I wasn't particularly tired. So I became bored. And looked for something else to do.<br/><br/> 
And we were surrounded by trees.<br/><br/> 
The circle dragged on. I became even more bored.<br/><br/> 
The trees whispered "we're covered with dead limbs. The bugs and the fungus sneak in through the cracks. Liberate us from the dead limbs and save us from sickness and decay!"<br/><br/>
Then I was given the Hashit for listening to the trees. And maybe for being bored. Anyway, I've got a lovely sharp stick now.<br/><br/> 
Which is good for breaking things...<br/><br/>
PG