Tuck’s is for A**holes Hash

Run #1077, November 20, 2006

Hare:  Oozing SD

Location:  Tucks, Cumberland

Weather:  40's, Clear

Present:  Dry Foot Fairy, Amish It Head, Dr WHO, Just in My Ass, Bondo Jovi, Basket Boom Boom, WIPOS, Fuwangi Boner, Eenie Weenie Dick, Seamus, Ben.

The Run:

See if you can remember this. I certainly can’t. But fortunately, there are extensive notes taken on the occasion of this hash. These notes may be barely legible, scrawled with crayon on a piece of toilet paper with beer (?) stains on it. But that’s what we have. Given these caveats, this is a summary. Feel free to bombard the webmeister with elaborations, if you can remember that far back.

The group gathered outside Tucks, and at the appointed time were directed west into the woods. The way was mostly bushwhacking or deer paths. The checks all seemed to go left, and they curved southwest to a Quarry with dirtbike paths. Improbably enough, Basket led, as they now found trail east on a gas pipeline.

They entered a neighborhood. [The TP was torn here, so the details are a little fragmented.] They briefly went on some pavement, and then curved back northwest. Into the woods they ran, back west to a series of bushwhacks over some ridges, skirting the edge of a kettlehole pond. This lost some, and WHO led now, turning downhill to Albion Rd. There, just across the School St bridge, was the hare’s car. The hare was not in evidence, but Amish tried across, Basket tried the old RR tracks, and WHO waited for divine guidance. Finally someone noted a near invisible mark on the Albion Road side of the bridge. [The brown stains on the TP are much clearer.] Bondo was quick to turn into the woods along the northeast side of the Blackstone to the BC at the dam.

The dam was raging, and the noise drowned out the few attempts at song. But beer was enjoyed (unlike the rest of the run. No one fell into the sluice-way. [The TP is quite clear on this point.] Seamus stayed up on the steep hill above the dam. Ben tried to knock anyone and everyone into the sluice-way. But all good things must end, and as they packed up and returned back to Albion, they ran into the lost and latecummers: Fuwangi, EWD and WIPOS.

This unfortunate turn of events spurred Amish, WHO and JIMA to speed back, following the trail led northeast up Albion Road. They even indulged the hare to the extent that they turned into the brush, brambles and garbage marked by the hare behind one of the Mendon Road strip malls. Coming out in the rear parking lot, trail disappeared. [So did a piece of the TP, folded over and mysteriously stuck together with some viscous substance.] They ran up Mendon Rd. back to Tucks and the cars.

The circle was joined after the stragglers arrived. Ratings: no virgin territory, no bimbos, and prolonged pavement on the return were more than enough to offset the limited shiggy and scenic beer check. Total: -6.9. Hashit to Amish, why? WHO doesn’t care! On On On was at… Tucks! [And that’s as far as the TP explains, before dissolving into a little brown stain.]

On On