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

 

 

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