The falsies began even before the meeting place as a bunch of lost hashers were seen driving around looking for HHH signs to confirm the meeting place. Finding nothing that even resembled a hash sign, the pack met at the car park as usual and after a short while the Hare turned up claiming that he had laid the signs out and the fact that we did not see them was down to blindess, wind blowing them over, fairies removing them, in other words - not my fault guv, honest (known in political circles as the Hoon defence). So as it was American Independence Day - JM Bambi wanted to offer thanks to the day we gained our independence and let them go off on their own, by leading a rendition of that wonderful old hymn - What a friend we have in George Bush. However due to lack of participants he just handed over to the hare.
However the other JM Spiderman was sharp enough to point out that we had a new hasher Yegâne Güley from Turkey. This being done we were set on our way.Pancsi could not be there due to injury so every trail that did not work was his fault.As it was American Independence Day the hare had decided that instead of just wearing red and white stripes or something of a similar ilk he would instead run the hash with an American perspective (see dictionary defination of democracy and justice and then read about detention without trial etc.) So with this in mind it was understood that the hash rules say that we should follow spots of sawdust laid at regular intervals. Splasher decided soak the sawdust for a few days before laying it on the course the day before in order to render it totally invisible. In this way it could be claimed to actually be there but as nobody could see it then the trail could go anywhere the hare decided. After some time and deep investigation we found what most of the pack agreed was, or had been sawdust and set of into the woods. At the first check Old Faithful went off into the distance and the pack promptly left him and ran in the other direction.
It is fair to say that the trail was not short and the cunningly disguised sawdust made for an interesting run. The pack was not very large (well not in numbers at any rate although waistlines were another matter). This meant that lots of hashers had to check out falsies. It did come as quite a shock to some of them but the new member turned out to be a regular bloodhound in finding trails so the pack did the decent thing and let her check out lots of trails just to make her feel at home. As time passed and this being a run by Splasher it had to come. Not one but two river crossings. The Can Man was to be overheard explaining to the newcomer that you must fololow the trail through the river otherwise you got the hashit. Older and wiser heads just ran around the other side and kept dry. As time passed and we started to feel the onset of rain we noticed that we were back on the common. This was too much for Bambi who made a sprint for home (is that legal?) and the On In was sighted. We all gathered together at the chariots and the JMs decided to give the hashit to Hash Flash and The Panda who had got married earlier in the week and flet that being on honeymoon was a reason to miss the hash!!!
Finally some members are upset at having two Docs in the pack so in the spirit of keeeping it simple (and with this pack you need to) Blood Doc Paul has henceforth been christened Vlad!!