After warming up in Muchsucker home for a moment, Hashers circle-up.  It's a slow start befitting a 'hang over' run.

Our hares, Happy Sperm and Frogger show their trail marks in flour, while Steamie would rather just eats the flour.

Digger and Little Blow Peep try to fathom the marks, while Itchy Bitch and Little Digger would rather get moving - it may be sunny, but it's cold.

Deep Shit gives a shaka sign.  Just like Spock's 'Hang loose and prosper'.

Now that everyone has dutifully paid homage to description of the trail marks, there has to be a group shot, or two, or three.   Click here for a larger image

I don't think anyone told Deep Shit to 'get stuffed', but he's found a way, ...  or he could get stuffed at the potluck.

Nice view of the Coburg Peninsula, Esquimalt Lagoon, and Esquimalt in the distance.  The condos are new.

Who let the dogs out; these hounds were definitely off leash!

We find Happy Sperm, Banged Up Between, Frogger, and Steamie waiting at a check.  I think they shortcutted.

Cock-a-Leeky and Stoolie Andrews follow trail marks deeper into Royal Roads Forest.

Testicular and Pussy Whipped Blue Buck find a large fungus amongst us.

Probably a Artists Conk (Ganoderma lipsiense). Nepal artists make masks out of large fungus like this.

Finally the hounds got to the BC.  Some Bitchy C and Stroke Alone say how clever the trail was.

Little Blow and the hounds are is itching to get going; it's actuall chilly out.

Testy also add her comments on the trail, and probably how nice it is to get out in the fresh air.

BUB lets Mucksucker know what she thinks of the trail, ... or maybe his chartreuse hat.

Puss 'n Boots and Blue Balls are probably talking about something technical.

A Testy reaction to SBC's vigina beed.

Frogger and Happy Sperm, so happy that Stroke got lost on the trail.

Finally the hounds got to end of the run, and religion.  SBC preps the punishment.

Little Blow is pressed into record keeping duties.

This year's Grand Mattress in the GM accoutrement, The Sash of Office.

SBC calls the hares into the circle, and solicits views from the rabble over the trail.

The hares take their punishment.

Mucksucker provided a heater to warm hound up.  We weren't allowed to light a fire.

Blue Balls gets to drink out of the tit beaker.  Not sure why, because he is usually so innocent.

Blue also gets to model the Wanker Shirt.

SMCAF, like an irregular Dark Side ninja all in black, gets a down-down.

Testy shows off her On On underware.

Superman wears his underwear outside of his tights, but this would be on backward.

Blue Buck joins with Testy in a his-and-her down-downs.

Deep Shit carries on from lastnight's New Year's Ever revelries.

Happy Sperm also gets excited, but stays sobber while at it.

Preemie gets a honourary down-down for brewing such good beer.

The post-potluck dinner rabble resting after having been well fed.

Helping Cock-a-Leeky out the door; it was a good party.

Puss and Muck attempt to serenade the remaining hashers with Karaoke.

Our GM becomes Sheikh Stoolie?    Or is he trying a solution to the Karaoke.

Mucksucker attempts to persuade Pink Muffy not to leave.  The lines on the karakoke screen are, 'Don't you know we're caught in a trap', from Elivis' "Suspicious Minds".   I would have tried to convince her with The Eagles' "Hotel California". Its lyrics, has 'pink champagne on ice', and then, ' ...said the Mucksucker "We are progammed to receive.  You can check-out any time you lke, but you can never leave!"'. ... but, that may have been a bit too sinister.