Blackstone
Gorge
Hash
Run #1223, September 7, 2009
Hare: Bondo Jovi
Location: Blackstone Gorge, you idiot!
Weather: Yes
Present: Async,
WIPOS, Jovi Juice, Amish It Head, Dr WHO, Florence Wallbanger, Just Katie, Just
Spencer, Just Nick, Flexible Video Endoscope, Wee Balls, Basket Boom Boom, Pat
My Fly (Retard), Mr Rogers (Wrung Guy), Dogmeat, Just Big
Shit.
The Run:
Fourteen hashers showed up for a Bondo
run. This is ridiculous! What were they thinking? The only excuse was that it
was a lovely day, and the start was not, for once, from Bondo’s house. Regardless, it shows extremely bad
judgement. Don’t let it happen again!
From the parking area at the Blackstone Gorge, in Blackstone, MA,
trail led south. Only the fleet of foot and the exceptionally stupid followed
trail. Wee Balls, Flexi
and WHO led on what proved to be an annoying
and unecessary loop, coming back to just below the dam, where they saw Async and Amish crossing the
river, knee deep and slipping. The rest soon followed. Trail bushwhacked up to a
dirt road, parallel to the river west.
The sounds of watercraft could be heard in the river. When a check
offered the opportunity, several of the hasdhers turned right towards the
sounds, only to find a false mark. WHO would be
stupid enough to try to bushwhack along the banks to try and head off the hare?
WHO led a group of Flexi,
Just Nick and Just Spencer
through what would prove to be the only shiggy on the run. At least they got
something for their troubles.
Back on the dirt track, limited marks were seen as they continued
west. Finally, a check led north to some railroad tracks. A family of hikers was
coming from the west. So the pack turned away and came to the adjacent railroad
bridges of the NE trunkline and the Providence-Worcester RR. No marks. They
turned back and asked the family if they had seen any white powder. Yes, they
had. So on west they went, and found the next mark, finally turning towards the
river. Heading to the water, the beer check was discovered by the Millville
Lock.
The hare was there, along with Jovi
Juice and a small flotilla of canoes and kayaks. The beer was opened.
Late cummers began to straggle in. WHO was late?
Well, maybe a little, but not like Basket. Or Retard. Or Wrung Guy. Or,
in fact, the family of hikers who had actually bee looking for the Millville
Lock. (Songs were temporarily halted for the sake of the children.)
Unfortunately for the family, Wrung Guyhad chosen a singularly garish and
visually painful pair of shorts for this run. All were appalled. Perhaps he
should be re-named: Wrung Shorts?Last in: Flobanger. Almost no beer was left. But Basket and WIPOS had their usual
fight in the mud, occuring almost inevitably when the
particular combination of Basket, WIPOS, canoes, and mud is
present.
On-back, a few chose the water route. The rest settled for
following trail backwards. WHO and WIPOS were in one canoe, Bondo
and Just Nick kayaked, and Amish went with Jovi Juice in
another canoe. This provided an opportunity for the rest of the pack to hurl
projectiles and/or bodily fluids from one or both of the railroad bridges.
Luckily, their aim was off, and/or the hare had not provided enough beer to
fully recharge their bladders.
Finally back at the cars, the circle was announced to be at Basket’s, not the lazy hare’s. What a wank! They drove
back into Glendale, and after an interminable wait, circled up. The run was
considered an outstanding run for this hare. This brought it up to a level of
ALMOST MEDIOCRE! Total: +0.69! A block of ice was provided and contaminated by
the hare. Visitors and backsliders were punished, all eager to avoid the brown
stain on the ice. Hashit was given to Amish. For
cryin’ out loud, do you think I can remember why? A fine meal of Dynamites,
chili and Bondo brew brought the evening to a
satisfying although ultimately bowel-cleansing
end.
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