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