Another
Smithfield Powerline
Hash
Run #1225, September 21, 2009
Hare: Amish It Head (Basket)
Location: Dunkin' Donuts, Just south of Parentes, on Rt. 7
Weather: Low 60's, clear.
Present: Dr
WHO, Pat My Fly (Retard), Florence Wallbanger, WIPOS, Fuwangi Boner, Just
Stewart, Foaming Head For Beer, Bondo Jovi, Rusty, Oozing SD, Amish It
Head.
The
Run:
The scheduled hare had begged off (some lame
girlfriend-related excuse. As if the all-gay RIH3 wasn’t enough for him.
MARCO!), and Basket had jumped in to substitute.
That’s TWO injuries that Amish will have to pay for!
The start was in the Double-D parking lot just before Rt. 116 on Rt 7. Virgin
territory. For about 25 yards.
At 6:30 promptly, they were off. Trail led behind the
Dunkin’ Donuts southwest, paralleling the George Washington Highway. There was
some light shiggy, and trail was promptly lost. Most came out onto the road and
continued, assuming that they would enter the woods on John Mowry Road, or
perhaps even continue down to the 116 bridge. But the few that actually followed
trail (Rusty, Fuwangi and
Foaming Head) found marks crossing the road, and
proceeding north on the powerlines.
Trail led across Rt. 7. It led up hill on the gas
pipeline. Fuwangi couldn’t believe that the trail
could be this short. So he led the FRB’s right past the well-concealed “B” and
continued into the Hanton City Woods. Ha, Ha! WHO
knew it would pay to be so slow. The BC was reached by the rest of the pack, and
the beer found, and opened. A few desultory efforts were made to call the
bastards back. Luckily, they were out of
earshot.
Having enjoyed their beer and a few songs, the hare
indicated that they were to continue southeast. A brief trip in the woods proved
to be too much exertion for the pack. So they simply turned down a nicely paved
and well-lit road (that was obviously the beginning of a new development that
would further urbanize some previously fine hashing territory.) Coming out on
Rt. 7, they went back to the cars.
It was dark enough to circle up in the field behind
the cars. Ratings for the run: no bimbos, pitiful shiggy, pavement, and the
presence of Bondo Jovi were powerful negatives. But
the loss of the FRB’s, the shortness of the run, and the ever-present fondness
of the RIH3 for powerlines made the total: +0.69. Hashit went to Basket, as he had claimed throughout that Amish was really the hare responsible for this
mess.
After a brief vote, it was decided to skip Parentes
(not as many tight pants, these days) and head to Effins. Food and more beer
were shared. Bondo ruined the evening by actually
attending the On On On. His wife must have been out of town. And afterwards, the
hash promoted good-will by helping out a guy in the parking lot whose radiator
hose had broken. What is the world coming
to?
On On