St Patty's Day Hash
Run #1146, March 17, 2008
Hare:
Bondo Jovi
Location: Burnt Swamp Corner (NE corner of RI)
in Cumberland and Wrentham, MA.
Weather: Low 40’s, clear.
Present: Basket Boom
Boom, Dr W.H.O., Async, Oozing SD, WIPOS, Murphy, Ben.
The
Run:
A new twist for St. Patrick ’s Day, 2008: a hash in the woods! No
Cumberland trail, no Basket-kilt antics. And Bondo
as hare! Doubtless because of the latter, few would
show up. But those that did were treated to some shiggy at least, if there was
no virgin trail. At 6:30 they were off from the side road off Wrentham road,
just north of Mt St Rita’s.
Trail led east, uphill and inevitably to a check that sent half to
the powerlines and half southeast towards Sumner Brown Road. WHO would be stupid enough to try
the powerlines, and yet not commit to trying to find the on-in trail?
Async led the pack
(minus WHO) east and
uphill, southeast and to the second inevitable check near Sumner Brown
Road. By this time, the pack
decided to try Sumner Brown. Async wisely turned east, soon followed by WHO.
Basket and Oozing tried the road. They later claimed to have found a) swamp and b)
a farm owner looking for Fox Hunters. Likely story! True trail meanwhile was
joined by WIPOS and
continued east across a partially dried stream. It gradually curved north, the
checks no challenge. A second stream was crossed, but feet were still dry. A
dirt road was found, leading north. Trail turned back west and the same stream
was crossed. Feet were STILL dry. Sounds exciting? It wasn’t. Trail went north then west again uphill. Bondo’s horn was heard and
Async and
WHO came to the BC at
an undistinguished rock outcropping just south of the powerlines.
As Basket and Oozing caught up, the hare broke out some Irish whiskey and green
beer. No one could tell if the
color of the beer was artificial, or if it simply represented a tragic mishap in
the Bondo Basement
Brewery. The pack sipped without great enthusiasm. A few short songs were
attempted, but their hearts were not in it. And the one positive note was
squelched when WIPOS
finally arrived. At least this was not until the last of the beer had been
dumped.
On out was predictably north to the powerlines, and then west,
crossing at Heather Lane. There was another low spot with a swamp, but it was so
familiar, that most (apart from Basket and Oozing) simply bushwhacked to
bypass it on the south side. They regrouped without incident at the cars, where
the local landowner showed up. He was mightily confused, expecting a group of
teen vandals. He was convinced that the group was a new, unhorsed breed of Fox
Hunters. He left shaking his head. The hash moved on into deepest
Woonsocket.
The Circle took place in the Bondo garage (surprise, surprise!)
Ratings for the run: no pavement,
but no bimbos, no one lost, no virgin territory. Total: +0. Hashit to
Async for reasons
lost in the mists of time.
Corned beef and cabbage for an army was then provided and the
evening ended on a mellow (if gaseous) note.
On On