True to Mt. Vernon's recently acquired reputation as the hash without hash, Saturday's hares set yet another MVH3 trail with little or no flour! Even with the astounding number of hares, which was seven at last count, it was evident that only one of them carried any flour at all. This was evident when Stained Sheetz mistook a freshly chalked soccer field for trail and led the pack astray around Centerville High. The run started at the swim center in the heart of D.C.'s suburban sprawl, Centerville, Virginia. Wide Open made a guest appearance and asked for some help from Tore Ass in leading us in Father Abe. Tore Ass obliged and soon after we set out through a thin patch of woods, crossed a busy highway, and began a trek across a grassy field. Dr. Jeckyl was seen atop a grassy knoll calling "On-On" leading the pack into a subdivision. Trail came to a tunnel and as the lemmings went in Camel Jumper and Fly's the Friendly Thighs waited on outside of it as they were smart enough to listen for the resounding calls of the pack coming out of the tunnel in virtually the same spot they had entered! The FRBs were off toward Centerville High School. Byte led the pack to one side of the parking lot then to the other before Dual Air Bags spotted hash near the Wildcat's Stadium. Harddrive succeeded in emotionally scarring the marching band as he mooned them from atop the hill. Fortunately, kids these days see much worse on any ABC afterschool special so seeing Harddrive's ass probably won't do permanent damage.

Trail led to some very f-ed up checks which our very own FRBs, Cunning Runt and Wide Open made worse by calling "ON-ON" when they really weren't. I thought I was running a White House trail! Finally RAS led the pack into yet another housing subdivision past a 3-way check. The hares thought they were being slick but Spreadsheets and I didn't fall for it. We ran straight through them only to find Hollow Point, Late Cummer and Hawaiian Puke looking for flour in the parking lot between a busy Blockbuster Video and an Exxon. Trail was, of course, behind these stores and soon we were following it. The pack came to an apartment complex where P. Ennis, Hairy Budha, and Ollie North set out in three different directions trying to find trail. They didn't have to look far - Big Bird Turd was there to cheer us on through the last 2.5 miles, (so he said). Following Perk-a-Set up some stairs and through a football practice field, Blank Check, Roto, and Burnt Sox decided to try to relive some of their high school glory days by showing us how well they could move a blocking sled. We were slightly impressed.

Burning Bush led the pack to the back of a strip mall where Slip Knot joined us with his mechanical advantage. The hares had cleverly set trail through fellow hasher, Snowfairy's flower shop! We were greeted with a fresh spray of water - or some toxic chemical as we passed through. I quite sure the smell of 50 hashers will be permanently embedded in her shop for decades to cum.

The On-In was close by and hot, sweaty hashers were treated to cold beer, great eats!