This is Only a Summary Hash

Run #1079, December 4, 2006

Hare:  WIPOS

Location:  Plainfield, MA., Just south of Wrentham

Weather:  Temp, conditions.

Present:  Dry Foot Fairy, Dr WHO, Amish It Head, Bondo Jovi, Basket Boom Boom, Oozing SD, Seamus, Ben. Visitor: Push Rod, Chang Mai H3.

 

The Run:

This is a summary. This is only a summary. There are no frills, when we’re this far behind on the trash. Feel free to send your comments to DrWHO@icouldgiveashit.com.

The trail started from Everett Skinner Road, in Wrentham, at some ball-fields just south of Wrentham State Forest. The small group was stag yet again, with a visitor from Chang Mai Underground Men’s Hash. More manliness. Great. Trail went straight into the woods, northeast.

There was some light bushwhacking. There was an easy and dry stream crossing. They ended up at a fence guarding a tree farm. They crossed the fence, all except Basket who marched as usual to the beat of his own drummer. He was not seen again. The hare lost his own trail at this point. Finally, a few marks were found turning northwest, and coming out at the intersection of Everett Skinner and Cowell Street. They crossed.

Trail immediately went back into some light bushwhacking in the woods west of Everett Skinner. They continued west to some powerlines. They turned southeast. There were at first a few marks on the powerline poles. Then a mark was seen on a frozen puddle. But then there were no marks at all. The hare indicated that they should continue. They crossed School Street. Finally, they came upon a beer check. It was unmarked. But the hare hung back and WHO took the hint and found the satchel. They tried to get Oozing to continue on. It might have worked but for the fact that they had to hold the visitor at the beer. Even Oozing catches on eventually.

There was some light singing at the BC, but no one wanted to attract Basket. It became clear that he was lost for good. Everyone began to enjoy themselves. Once a sizeable dent had been made in the beer, they gathered up and ran back to the cars, northeast on School street, and left to the fields. Still no Basket. There was great rejoicing. But like a turd on the bottom freed by an errant swirl in the septic system, Basket finally resurfaced, with his usual tales of brilliant trail, missed shiggy, etc. They circled.

Ratings for the run favored the virgin territory, the loss of Basket, and charitably overlooked the lack of real shiggy. Total: +0.69. Hashit made the usual rounds: from Oozing to Bondo, but of course settled upon the most deserving: Basket . The On On On was at L. A. Roberts. There was singing. There was a retired hasher from Tampa who bought the table a round. There was an acquaintance of Oozing’s, a young lady (undoubtedly a dangerous psychopath given her evident affection for Oozing) who stopped by. And that’s all I care to say about this one.

 

On On