This can't be a rehash

A few of the many hares taking a post-lay break at Chez Egg.

This can't be a rehash coz we don't do those anymore. Also the hash flash only managed to take one shot on the run itself (wait for it).

Hippo, the bad boy of the Egg menagerie.

Anyhow last night's Full Moon Run drew a surprisingly strong turnout. Well, 18 hashers, which may not sound like much but it's the most we've had on a FMH3 in a long while. Half a dozen did the long run, which had been set by an equal number of pussies. Most of the rest did the short run, and the two groups bumped into each other at a couple points during the run, which is always reassuring when you're in the dark in the middle of nowhere.

Cherie the Goat, wondering "When will they ever take me along too?"

The long run featured plenty of real running, some excellent false trails, and, at right around an hour, exactly the right length for this kind of event. Food and beer were plentiful and the crowd seemed fairly spirited for a change. We were joined at the end by a real stick insect, displayed here by his hash namesake.