Give Thanks It's Over Hash

Run #1235, November 29, 2009

Hare:  Basket Boom Boom

Location: Harrisville

Weather: 50's, clear

Present:    Dr WHO, Amish It Head, Retard, Cumsocket To Me, Swamp Whine, Florence Wallbanger, Rusty, Can’t Eat Pussy, Flexible Video Endoscope. Late: Oozing SD, Tinker, Short Shorts. Visitor: Fuxedo (Secret Asian Man) (EDW Hash, DC). Non-Runners: Just Big Shit, Dogmeat, Justin My Ass, Mr Bean.


The Run:
For the Thanksgiving holiday, a special Sunday hash was arranged. This is primarily because it almost guarantees that Bondo won’t show up. Everyone needs a reason to be thankful, now and then. The hare arranged a start in Harrisville at a little park just north of Harrisville Pond. Not exactly virgin territory, but at least not in a league with the Burrillville Middle School. The hare specified that all would need to stop for a photo-op.

Trail started off promptly at 2 PM. They went west, under a fence and across some playing fields. They came to a familiar field house, where the hare made them stop and line up under the “Eccleston” sign on the building. He wanted to recreate a photo from the early days of hashing when he had dark hair and wore Richard Simmons style short-shorts. Pathetic.

 

From this point, the hash actually started. Trail led west on the road. A check sent WHO, Flobanger and Swampy into a neighboring field. Cumsocket To Me moved to join them. But before they had time to get friendly, Amish found true trail, south on River St. East on Chapel, then south on Foster. All this fine shiggy, and the hash was on the pavement? A car pulled over and asked if this was the hash. What do we look like, runners?!! It was a hasher visiting from DC. His name was unknown until the circle, and he drove off to find the start. He was provisionally referred to as Secret Asian Man. Back on trail, they finally entered the woods.

 

The trail ignored a gas pipeline, and continued south,  mostly bushwhacking. They came to a water crossing at a Duck Pond. Only CEP crossed, chest high. The rest circled the pond to the right and found marks. However, the orientation was such that they all got confused as to which way was out or in. Kinda like the story of Bondo’s marriage. They finally made it out to some powerlines and turned east.

 

The powerlines came out to Mowry St. A brief jog south and it was back on some other powerlines to the hare and the beer check. WHO easily found the beer. But there were only four cups. The hare made wild accusations. The hare made lame excuses.The hare’s a WANK! Cups were shared as stragglers came in. But no Secret Asian Man. He ran into the late cummers Oozing, Tinker and Short Shorts. Better company than at the beer check (excluding, of course, Swampy and Cumsocket To Me.)

 

Trail back continued on the powerlines east to Rt. 98. It then turned north to Harrisville Center, and a series of annoying side loops through library parking lots, down to the Clear River, etc. Eventually they made it back to the cars. A brief wait for Oozing and Secret Asian Man was rewarded, and they convoyed back to Snake Hill Road, and the circle.

 

The holiday spirit colored the ratings. Avoidable shiggy, too much pavement, annoying atempts to recapture the hare’s youth, and no drinking vessels at the BC were powerful. But no Bondo, no WIPOS and no Async were not without merit. Total: +0.69. Backsliders were punished (Tinker and Cumsocket To Me), non-runners were ridiculed (JIMA and Dogmeat), and the visitor was interrogated. Hashit went to Oozing for leading the visitor astray. Rusty lost his drinking vesel, more than once, thanks to Amish and WHO. Tinker and Bondo had a Santa Look-alike contest with a dummy. No one won, because they broke the dummy. Basket took more pictures, to photoshop in later. And then a fine Thanksgiving meal was had by all. But Basket’s still a WANK!

 

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