Note: After reading the write-up below, the hare (Basket Boom Boom) sent in his comments regarding the description of his lame run. I have included Basket's comments below in blue. Since Basket himself is a color-blind wank, I have also italicized his remarks. -- Async
Train Wreck II
Run # 563 March 17, 1997
Hare: Basket
Hashit:: Rusty
by Snot
It was at Capron park in Attleboro with a good turnout as this week everybody understood the directions including Basket (Hare), Hopeless, Rusty, Gobble Gobble, Oozing, Sleepy Tiepe, Blue Balls and Snot. It was bloody cold but yours truly was the only brave soul wearing shorts in true British fashion.
[Other hounds included: Itchy Brother and Dawg Phart.]
The off was delayed while the hare got organized and got his St. Patrick’s day clover marking equipment ready to start the live hare run. A whole three minutes was given before the pack set off looking aimlessly for marks as in true Irish fashion Basket had drawn a clover leaf but forgotten to cut it out, hence no bloody flour. The pack found its way onto the main road going up and down hunting for a sign of hare, as usual the hare had outwitted himself and ended up calling the pack on through some greenery onto more pavement the rest of this part led us through suburban territory to the Attleboro train station. All present with a few minutes to spare before the arrival of our train some good old grog to celebrate St. Patrick’s day. A few concerned voices inquiring if tickets were needed, to which the response was-”what tickets”. The arrival of our ride had us all jump on with many eyes inquiring if we had all escaped from the local nut house. Very soon Mr. Inspector confronted us, fortunately he was of Irish descent and upon hearing the voice of Rusty thought he was at home cracking jokes, what also helped was Basket dressing up in the spirit of the day, a bowler hat with a clover drawn on (five leaves was a bit of a give away). The next station- Attleboro South was soon upon us and we all got off under the watchful eye of Mr. Inspector and a fond farewell.
The second part of the run was a long haul in, with shiggy lots of road running the unavoidable water crossing albeit small was cold and would you believe wet! The pack was well spread out and the hare had indicated a short cut for some of the slower runners including Oozing, Sleepy Tiepe and Blue Balls. [In truth, the SCB's including Oozing were in fact the dynamic missing links Dawg Phart and Itchy. Is there a reason these 2 gentlemen are forgotten by the scribe?] Lack of marks including a confrontation with a Park Ranger finally led us to the beer, unfortunately [Bla, bla, bla. It is enough to say a brilliant hash, festive affair, glorious libations, a resounding ten if not Run of the Year. The write up is a 6.9. Basket] the SCB’s had missed the beer stop completely and carried onto the start point. After getting the directions of their whereabouts from Oozing “up and down the rood” a delight to be with on an orienteering course, which by the way he failed! That is why he became a Psychologist so he could explain his direction with meaning. The circle up was carried out back at the start due to the presence of Mr. Plod with ratings for the run ranging from minus 17 to plus 0.3 the high marks being awarded for the train ride. Hashshit award going to Rusty for no better reason than he was the most suitable for the award. With all Irish pubs being crowded out on this particular evening we ended up at a local watering hole with Guinness, corned beef and cabbage being the order of the day.
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Snot (42nd Run in RI)