Run # 795 July 30, 2001

Hare:   Dr Who Slasher

Scribe:  Oozing

Where:   Holy Monastery in Cumberland

The Weather:  80's, Humid

Hounds:  Async, Basket, WIPOS, PW, Trail Hoover, Shine-On, Bondo, Tinker, and
Oozing.

Management:  Jake, Ben, Baxter and PW's pussy.

The Run: 

Well, the run was to begin at the most bustling joint in Cumberland, the Gardener's pub on 114. However, as soon as the management found out exactly who comprised this bunch of old men who run around on Monday nights, they closed the joint up and declared a curfew in the area. If only the RIH3 knew beforehand what a shitty run this was going to be we would have announced our own curfew... Bondo arrived, and in the spirit of making friends, promptly threw water balloons on the hash, who welcomed it as reprieve from the heat. Talking about heat, the male dogs chased the female around as if she was in perpetual heat!

At 630pm sharp, the pack was sent behind the carpark and into the woods to the first check. Async, shaking off any signs of aging soon was way in front and Basket, quite unlike himself, took off to find his own trail leading the pack first then soon off bushwhacking and gone! The rest of the pack dutifully followed trail, past the nine mens misery and deeper into the monastery. Async, sick of the dryness of it all, soon found shiggy and was soon running up and down in it. The pack managed thru some more checks and soon hit the beer check at an old familiar construction site, quite possibly the highest beer check this year! Beer was consumed and the pack was joined by Tinker, but still no Basket! The hash didn't seem to mind with the exception of Shine-On who kept whining about the missing octagenarian, although me thinks she wanted a shag from a certain aging K9 atop the mountain!

Beers consumed, the pack ran out and towards the monastery and some bewildered joggers including an Indian couple who, by the scare in their eye, thought Oozing was going to do them in! Back at the start, Basket was found enjoying a nice siesta. The circle was in a bunch of poison ivy. Down downs to the hare with a 6.9 rate overall, never seen before at the RIH3! The hashit  passed many hands and paws to PW...with Trail getting it for whining about the lack of attention /recognition for co-haring last week's run! I believe it ended with PW, and Basket keeping one of the seats for replacement in his house. The ONON was at Tuck's, in Cumberland with greasy food, gentle clientele, flabbergasted waitress and Guinness enjoyed by all.

On On

   Da Ooze