The hares are : John HandyCock, Muff Warmer, Cuffed and Battered, Shameless Cussy
It’s like in the great hashes, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much sobriety had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shitty trail. Even darkness must pass. A new trail will come. (There’s gonna be two more of these Lord of the Rings themed trails!?)And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the hashes that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too drunk to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Hashers on those trails had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there’s some good alcohol on this trail, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth hashing for.”
Trail is dog friendly, as long as your dog is. Hobbits and other short people welcome. Dressing up is encouraged. Trail will start precisely when it means to.