Way Down
South in the Land of Cotton
Hash
Run #1221, August 24, 2009
Hare: WIPOS
Location: Burlingame Management Area, Charlestown
Weather: 80's, clear.
Present: Just
Spencer, Dr WHO, Flexible Video Endoscope, Just Pat, Just Nick, Dicks On
Broadway, Basket Boom Boom, Fuwangi Boner, Just Tim.
The Run:
The d’erections said:
HASH
‘til Your Homeless
Welcome to the largest Tent City in RI.
Plan on an
extremely long commute (one hour plus).
Now ask yourself is it truly worth
it?
Virgin territory, manicured trials, spring fed lake, abnoxious homeless
people, psychotic hare, chitty beer, might be better to wait for next weeks
Hash.
Truer
(and more Bondo-like) words have never been spoken.
Except the bit about the homeless people. Or the Tent City. WHO saw those? Not this scribe. This is what I
saw.
Starting
from the Buckeye Brook Rd parking area, the pack arrived to find the hare
missing. To pass the time and find a spot to take a leak, WHO and Flexi crossed the road
south and found some marks. But the hare soon arrived and directed them north.
WHO would be stupid enough to listen to the hare. So,
when 6:30 rolled around, the entire pack headed north; Flexi already chastising himself.
Trail
was on paths with a few checks to the left, but true trail almost always to the
right. The hare avoided some fine spots. The canoe launch on the Pawcatuck. The
summit of Shumankanuk Hill. The fine trail along the railroad. To mention a few;
perhaps inspiring a future hare in this area. Regardless, the pack mastered the
first few checks with little effort. But as they turned east, then south,
confusion became king.
Basket headed off on his own. Fuwangi tried to keep up with Just
Pat. Flexi and Just
Spencer led the way, as they crossed Buckeye Brook Road, and entered the
North Camp area, and began to bushwhack. Trail turned west again. Finally, trail
was found heading south. Of course! The beer check would be on the shores of the
Watchaug Pond. Basket, WHO, and Fuwangi, at least
should have realized this. Especially WHO, who had
seen the on-in marks. Hashit material? WHO could not
deny it, later on.
After
a few attempts to mislead, the trail led to the shores of the Watchaug Pond.
Marks were few, and there was much milling about.The hare showed up, but as
usual, was no help. The beach with the obvious spot for a beer check was empty.
They turned west along the shores. No marks. East led to falsies. Finally the
hare relented and placed a few new marks to lead them to the beer. After an
extensive search near the almost invisible “B”, it was finally
found.
After
a chitty trail, what could be better than a chitty beer. Perhaps a chitty-chitty
bang-bang. But there were no bimbos. A few songs were sung, the beer was
consumed, and, as twighlight approached, they headed back. Trail was poorly
marked. This was an improvement upon the first half. North they went and made it
back to the parking area with no losses. Even Basket
found his way back.
Circling
up, the ratings were surprisingly good. Of course, no bimbos, no lost hashers,
and limited shiggy were bad. But no Bondo, almost no
pavement, a scenic Beer Check, no Bondo, biting
insects, some poison ivy, no Bondo, and OK beer led
to a total of: +0.69! Hashit to WHO. F.you all! On On
On was… drumroll, please… at …Ocean Mist! Another late night for the wankers,
another relief for the wives of the wankers!
On On