Well. I took my kid out for a ramble earlier that day, not sure I would make it to the actual trail later in the evening. Turns out my 6 year old daughter is more of a boss than all you wankers, who I heard complaining about 6999969 times whilst we wound around and around the trails of Big River being trailed by Amish and his new Hound of the Hashkervilles. She had a great time and refused to stop for a snack until we found the beer. The first time I followed trail, it was a lovely sunny and quiet day. My kid was impressed by the sneakiness of Amish. We found the beer stop and she left behind a note for the hashers. I returned home and accomplished some tasks. The I went back to the scene of the start and followed the trail a second time, despite being very tempted to short cut. In attendance: Donkey Punch, Public, Amish (the Hare), Basket, Crotchy, Oozing, and a few others whom I have forgotten because it was a heck of a long time ago. I got hashit for doing the...
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