Spring Comes to Exeter Hash
Run #1147, March 24, 2008
Hare:
Amish It Head
Location: Sunderland
Rd, Exeter
Weather: Low 40’s, clear.
Present: Dr
W.H.O., Oozing SD, Basket Boom Boom, Bondo Jovi, Murphy,
Ben.
The
Run:
This will be a
short one. WHO could remember anything about this hash, anyways?
The most memorable part was the poor choice of parking places for the start, at
the side of the road at the junction of Ten Rod Rd and Sunderland Road, in
Exeter. But the hare had few other choices, and was so desperate for virgin
territory that he had to make do.
The few arrivals
started off per directions, northwest up the road to a clearing. Turning in to
the right, a check was encountered. Basket chose
wrong, and WHO led southeast on true trail, through
an overgrown path through the dense briars back to the cars. Well, the cars
could be seen, but not approached, ensuring that those easily tempted would not
get off that easily. Trail curved east.
At this point,
the trail curved north and some confusion allowed WHO
to get lost, Basket to catch up with FRB Oozing, and all to fall for an annoying counterclockwise
circle jerk. A branch of the Queen’s River was easily crossed, and soon
thereafter crossed again. As has lately been the case, feet remained dry.
Pathetic! It seemed as though the marks were crossing themselves, and the hare
soon declared himself mightily confused. “This is where I got lost setting the
trail!” he claimed. Great! But just as it seemed that nothing could make this
worse, the pack came around a turn to encounter: …Bondo! FRB! Shite!
Finally a series
of zig-zag checks leading north allowed WHO to resume
the lead. He came to a cell-tower. A”B” was found. Quickly he backtracked,
calling “False Trail!” Basket for once believed him,
and would have ranged up into North Kingston had not Oozing shown mercy and called him back. A few songs were sung, even without
newbies to show off to, and beer was consumed.
On back trail
was straight south, on an overgrown dirt road parallel to Sunderland Rd. Trail
was uneventful, and emerged at the clearing, where the hare went off to get his
beer and car so they could circle up. Ratings: Virgin territory, good briars,
but dry feet, no one lost and no bimbos: -0.69
Hashit went to
Oozing, of course, for the heinous crime of calling
Basket back. Having finished in good time, off they went to the On On On at the
Oak Hill Tavern, where the steaks were grilled and the small group was
well-behaved. Pathetic.
On On