Madison Hash House Harriers

As sure as the seasons change and a long and glorious Summer wanes, so it is that My Lil' Porny notches another year on his long journey to the grave. Now are the days of decline. The life-giving light of the Sun lessens, the Earth has given her yearly yield, and Winter's bitter bite is felt in every leaf-laced gust. How sure are you that Spring will come again? Take heart, for we- though oft we may forget- are Children of the Sun. Let us give thanks for the Summer that was and secure hope for the Spring that will be by making a sacrifice. We give willingly of ourselves to bind in our hearts a promise that, in time, life will again erupt forth from the dead Earth. I offer myself. Come then; Saturday, the 19th October, at Donald Park. Bring your weapons and your cunning. Hunt me. Kill me. Eat me. Let the Earth be Soaked with my Blood. Let my death stand in place of yours through the Dark Winter. A to A Trail Hounds welcome $5 hash cash On Out: 3 PM On In: Sundown Dress in your favorite hunting costume, but please *Do Not Bring Actual Weapons* Disclaimer: please don't actually kill me- this is all metaphorical.