Fuwangi Weigh Station

Run #926 January 12, 2004

Hare: Fuwangi Boner
Location: North Smithfield, at a Weigh Station and Gay Rendezvous on Rt 146 South
Weather: High 20's, Clearing from a light Snow
Present: Bondo Jovi, The Slasher Dr WHO, Basket Boom Boom, Oozing Syphilitic Dicktaphone, Summer's Eve Seven Year B*tch, WIPOS, Seamus, Ben and Jake.

The Run:

It only gets more pathetic, week after week. And this hare should be renamed "Fuwanker "! From the dual-lane weigh station at the powerline intersection, trail led bushwacking south east, initially parallel to 146, then turning more south up the hill, through some minor swamp, with a few zigs and zags back west to the powerlines. Marks were pink or white flour on trees, pink flour on the snow, or the hares size 17 boot prints, at least until the dogs trashed the trail.

A long and pointless trek on the powerlines WSW, with annoying but worthless checks that favored the mentally-challenged (Basket and Bondo) who became FRBs by simply ignoring (or, more likely, missing) the checks and bulling straight ahead, while Oozing, WHO and SESYB got some exercise going on lateral falsies. But the wankers blew past the BC, Basket in particular heading off towards Cady's, while the rest climbed to the crest of Whortleberry Hill for beer.

The Beer was a Winter Ale and a Wheat beer. What are we coming to? It hardly seemed worth it to try to finish it all before Basket realized the error of his ways and returned.

Ater the beer, trail continued WSW on the powerlines down the hill and then south on a dirt road to a check which had: Bondo saying "F*ck this" and heading back on the powerlines to the cars, Oozing and WIPOS bushwhacking off trail south, Basket and WHO hanging back suspecting the hare was up to something and ending up heading southeast into a car graveyard and "Deliverance" country, and SESYB on true trail, a giant circle jerk back to the powerlines. Another waste of a Monday night, and they all eventually straggled back ENE on the powerlines to circle up near the cars.

Ratings for the Run: 0.69, mainly because of a pungent odor at the circle courtesy of one of the dogs (or Bondo, no one could tell)!

Hashit: Dr WHO, for following Basket and admitting to reading a map before the Hash (take a look in WIPOS's car some time, you wanks!)

On On On: The Lodge in Lincoln, $18 per, including the cost of flying french fries.

On On,