A classic Beacon Hill to Moss Rock Park trail. With the weather and the views being in the the Hashers favour. Icebreaker could even see Russia from his vantage point. Not quite so fortunate were the Hares who got a thorough soaking setting the trail in the morning - so a special thanks to their fortitude.

The Bard was toasted at his statue, with a drop of Grants and a fine bit of poetry from Preemie.

BC was held on the beach, with the scribe as the FRB running straight through and beyond, due to a marked absence of any BC signage. No no no, Bad bad bad Hares!

Charges included Icebreaker for a pair of soggy bosoms (what's new). The assembled Tartan hashers sang "She's a Harriette!"

Taco got charged for running in the opposite direction when the Grants was unveiled - despite being a Grants himself.

And Turd was earmarked for a BLAB charge, still better late than never!

Once again the Bent Mast was encumbered with on after's, where I was charged an extra $3 for having salad instead of fries. Och as Rabbie would say, Did you hear the one about how the grand canyon was formed? A Scotsman dropped a coin in a ditch….

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My thanks to Goes Down Well for supplying details for this Hash.

First things first, it wasn't raining. Conditions were sunny and pleasant in Haight Ashbury North (James Bay). Question is why couldn't I be arsed to go?

Moving on.

The trail wined and dined, twisted and turned through many a James Bay sidewalk. It included a KC (Kubassa Ukraine Sausage Check). A VC (Vodka Check) on Steve Fonyo Beach. Yet despite being well marked, two FRB's missed this lovely orangey alcohol flavored pit stop, deciding to "hare" on ahead to the beer check, where they cooled their heels with no beer in sight. All I have to say to them is that the meek shall inherit the Absolut Mandarin.

Edelweiss was sung at Edelweiss house, before all gathered in Weenies roof top Tiki bar, strike that, Weenies freezin' cold courtyard, for religion. Hash scribes were unable to attend for a reading of charges, please connect with yours truly for charges to be added to this write up. A bakers half dozen then repaired to the Bent Mast for a Bent Mass.

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Oh its large shoes that I step into, Sir My Cocks a'Fallen has scribed in tremendous fashion for many a hash. I tip my hat to your cock sir.

On with the Hash itself. A solid A to B trail, starting at Wildplay Colwood and winding through the lush Royal Roads campus with a customary stop for a full body search of the Penis Treat Tree. The treats were non alcoholic which pleased few of the assembled hashers (the exception being Mick Jammer). The trail culminated with a tot of Southern Comfort on the shores of the chilly but calm Esquimalt Lagoon. As Stoolie pondered the seascape "this is rather nice". And indeed it was.

Circle up took place in the luxurious surroundings of Mucksucker's bat cave of a garage. With a notable charge to Deep Shit for his outrageous "court jester" pantaloons, good god man.

The pot luck which followed was excellent (Mick and I contributing absolutely nothing it should be noted). Yet it must be mentioned, a dearth of polar bears this year, something to do with a broken hot tub? Can the hash help raise the funds for Muck to get it up and running again for next year?

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