4th Annual Halloween Bash!

For the past 3 years, the Fort McMurray Hash House Harriers have held an epic Halloween Party at the Fadden Household.  This year, the Fadden's have partnered with Bullet Music to hire a banquet hall (otherwise known as the Haunted Basement of the Kozy Korner restaurant) in order to take the event to the next level.  We expect you, the hashers of Fort McMurray, to be the life of this party just as you've been the life of all of the previous FMH3 Halloween Parties!

All of the party details are posted on the Bullet Music website at http://www.bulletmusic.com and that's where you can buy your tickets too... don't delay - get them while they last - they are limited in number!  (Something about firemen both "buying" the tickets up, and also simultaneously dictating how many people we're allowed to stuff into a confined space.)

On-On,
Cunning Linguist

Well folks - it took a Dirty Old Man to resurrect the Fort McMurray Hash House Harriers after a long summer hiatus.  Somehow or other, one of the world's more northerly sets of mangy Hash Hounds stuck to their mutt quality breeding and skipped the prime hashing season (summer) in favor of waiting for a cool chill to return to the air before setting paw to trail in search of hare.

Anyway, Dirty Old Man had heard rumor of a goat trail somewhere out back of the old cemetery in Abasand, and having scouted the area last week, he saw fit to invite the hashers out this weekend for a spectacular, yet fear inducing, romp through the woods of the Horse River valley.  A half dozen well mannered purebred hashers showed up, yet dozens upon dozens of former hash mutts and mongrels stayed home to feast on their feces, as mutts and mongrels are prone to do... shame on you.

"Ahhhhh! The corner of Cartier and Harpe Way? It's not on the map! Call 911! What?! Even they can't find the address? We're never going to get there..."

That's the conversation I had with hashing virgin Leanne on our way to Hash #108- The Last Saturday Hash before Switching to Monday Nights (catchy title, for sure, I'm surprised it never caught on with the rest of the pack, none of whom seemed to recall the theme of the run that day).

You're all white trash! Every last one of you! Yes, I mean you, Dean, and Kevin, Eager Beaver, Crystal and James, Medievil Cowboy, (a very pregnant) Nail Me and her virgin Serena, Skeeterbait, Cunning Linguist and...ahem, alright, me too...Thick n' Creamy.

And it's a damn good thing, too! Fort McMurray puts on a "Pitch In" program in the Spring and this is where the residents of our town really shine, brushing off the cobwebs, getting outside and "pitching in" with the trash cleanup after a long winters' accumulation.

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