Hasher arrive and wait out of the rain in Muchsucker's garage.

Slow Cooker sizes up On My Knees originally from the Calgary Hash? (someone please correct me if I am wrong). Just Virginia does not look impressed with the rain.

The RA, brings in Just Thomas, a 2nd generation hasher virgin, son of Richard the Turd.

Jonners and Lakey are the Hares. Lakey and Flirt look on as Jonners tries to describe the results of their 'team' effort.

The walking rabble.

The hounds are off, and they even look happy in the rain.

Mucksucker puts on an athletic pose. Looking fine Muck!

Two charming, and beautiful, Floppy Snatch and Land Ho, the indefatigable (is that a word?) pair.

Deep Shit needs to be dragged along. He's probably been training too much for the Boston 'M' thing.

Growl, or purr? :-"

My Cock A'Falen in the dark woods.

Deep Shit in the dark woods.

The walkers enjoy a panoramic view from a near by ridge. None of them fell off the ridge.

The walkers pose again to include Hot Nuts and Just Virginia. They get closer to the edge.

Slow cooker the monkey.

Off leash, our Grand Mattress Richard The Turd and Thomas ibn Turd (as he might be know in Arabic).

A happy if soggy Double Hump being passed by an equally soggy Land Ho.

Boomerang and Premature Evacuation - Preemie for short, especial if he does the polar bear dunk.

The walker huddle under a shelter, and wait for the runner to make it to the BC.

A true blue hasher. It was cold and damp. High Beams even looks a bit blue.

Finaly runners arrive at the BC, and Just Thomas ibn Turd waits to go for a dip.

Sharing an umbrella.

Some of the BC crowd. Slow Cooker is ready to swim. "Cinderbrella" looks to be the only dry one there.

Deep Shit always wears a tie to an important meeting.

All that white 'cold' skin. Getting ready for the polar bear dip.

"Oh that's COLD!"

Having served in the RCN, allows My Cock A'Falen to appear warm when he's freezing.

Polar bear dippers enjoy something warm to drink, and bring in the new year in 'polar bear' style.

A portrate of this year's polar dippers.

After the cold rain and a frigid dip in the sea, hashers become sardines stewing in a Muchsucker's hot tub.

The virgin Just Thomas is down-downed in the tub (that wound sound strange to the uninitiated).

Young Bad to the Bone is thinking "Look at what?", and Land Ho is thinking "Just smile at the camera."

Look at all that food! No lack of replenishments here.

Warm and dry.

Thumbs-up to the food.

Thumbs-up here might have assorted meanings. Looks are worth a thousand words. :-)

Itching for more food.

Itchy Buns and Jack Off; there was no polar bear dipping for them.

Floppy Snatch gets a momemt with her other half, and a full plate of food.

The charming Boomerang and the charming Just Virginia.

Cardinal Sin ... in full flare.

Quick, smile for the camera.

Maybe there wasn't enough food for Stools.

Quick, smile for the camera. One might wonder why High Beams looks a bit flushed.

Quick, smile for the camera. Unless you're too numb to smile. Here's Vivian (A.K.A On My Knees).

"Psst, real 'inexpesnsive'. Special deal for you ... "

Its Hot Nuts! After all that beer. Maybe that's why they named him Hot Nuts.

Quick, smile for the camera. ...or, for other reasons.

Quick, smile for the camera. I think Land Ho is actually politely grimacing.

Quick, smile for the camera. Twenty dollars is not enough.

Quick, smile for the camera. Twenty dollars is way to much.

Quick, smile for the camera. Ok, I think Hi Beem should be cut off.

Its Hot Nut! After all that beer. May be we should rename him Sleepy Nuts.

No hash party photoset is complete without a shot of Stools asleep.

Starting on the hem, Stools cleverly work his way to the inseam, unless Land Ho interrupts him.(we'll check Stools for facial bruising later)

A party parting photo. The aftermath HAPPY NEW YEAR!