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!
On On