2003-Oct-22
Hares Bone My Ass, I Wear Short Shorts, Shit Dickler:
Local Hounds (Daytona Hashers and hashers who hashed at least 50 times with Daytona): Bitch Fucker, Black Vulva, Blow Jack, Flash, Gilligan, Gucking Foofy, I'm So Fucked, Momma, No Blow, Peace Whore, Peterphile, Richard Pierce, Skinamax, Sperm Burp, Sunk'n Shit, Teddy Foreskin, Toys in the Drawer, Waayyy Beyond Gaayyy, and Wee Wee (Doo Doo)
In-State Hounds: A Pussy Shaved Is a Pussy Earned (Gainesville), Chippendale (Orlando), Cooter Pie (Orlando), and Spoke Her (Orlando)
Japanese Hounds: Adonis (Bloody England), Chippendale (Bloody Orlando and Scotland), Coach Bob (Bloody England), Emu (Crappy Australia), Hoggy (Bloody Scotland), and Stretch (Bloody England)
We all met over in DeLand for this wonderful occasion. At the start, we were greeted with a large variety of beers (There were something like ten coolers, each of which had only one kind of beer. There was a cooler with Bud, one with Coors, one with Miller Lite, one with Amberbach, one with Michelob Lite, and a few more). We were also greeted by a handful of very odd men who wore bright orange shorts, striped button-up shirts, and goofy (not Foofy) ties. They didn't speak English very well, but as long as you nodded your head and smiled or laughed, they seemed to be amused.
All of us were very scared about the eminent trail ... You see, trail was being laid by three virgin hares.
Three Virgin Hares, Three Virgin Hares, see how they run, see how they run, ... Actually, trail ended up being much better than the average trail. It was run through virgin territory, had its share of exotic areas, and was marked well enough, with right amount of confusion, to keep everyone from getting too lost or too far apart.
Trail started right back down Taylor Road, the road we drove in on, but people had a difficult time following the well-placed marks of flour because they were looking on the wrong side of the median. Once they found the marks, they had an easy time, until we found the first check. These wily hares just loved taking us into the woods. They must have did it five different times. The problem, not many of us had torches (Oh, for you Americans - that means 'flashlights' in Japanese), and the trail was densely covered with a thick canopy. It is hard to believe that the trail will soon be much darker (Set your clocks back one hour this weekend!)
The trail went back-and-forth from well-groomed paths and dense woods to road. After a few times going in and out of the woods, no one knew which way was north. Heck, at some places in the woods, you could literally hear whistles on all sides of you. After trail took us through some yards, down a road, and through some more woods, we ended up at the beer truck. Most of us estimated we had gone about 4 miles by that point. However, we were told it was only the half way (Teddy crapped himself right there).
Following the beer check, we traveled up and down through some amazing woods, forever wondering if we'd lose an eye at the next turn. The temperature dropped and rose by well over 10 degrees at points. It was like being in a silly UCF horror flick at times. After the temperature leveled out, we hit a long stretch (Hey, isn't that someone's name?) of power-lines. The damn sugar sand was a bitch to get through. However, at the end of the sugar sand was a cool trellis to run under. In the dark, a few of us (Peterphile and Momma) had a difficult time staying on our feet as we went under the trellis through the dark tunnel. Following the trellis was some more woods on to the end.
At the end, there was an old cistern (It was estimated it was circa 1870) next to a small spring, a fire-ball lantern (smudge pot), a potential burial mound, and, more importantly, all those coolers of beer. Shit Dickler informed us that he and his buddies used to hang out at the spot when he was in college. He had not been back in over 50 years or something like that. According to him, we all need to come back and sit under the trellis when a train goes over ... overwhelming.
We learned a great deal in circle ...
After circle, we bottomed out three vehicles and drove back to Bone My Ass's pad. We had tons of beer, chicken, noodles, salad, cookies, and more.
The Japs were very impressed with the trail, the circle, the food, and the people. Many of us look forward to seeing them in 9 months in the UK. Take care!
-No Blow
PS See you at the DeLand Halloween Pub Crawl next week. I wonder if Peace Whore and Jethro will reprise their Grim Reaper costumes?
PPS If you do not make it out on Wednesday, we hope to see you at Pi and Laid's Halloween bash. They throw an awesome party.