Where's
The Beermeister
Hash
Run #1236 , December 7, 2009
Hare: Retard
Location: Wrentham State Forest, MA
Weather: Low 30's, clear, 1-2" snow over ice.
Present:: Dr
WHO, Oozing SD, Pubic Housing, Bondo Jovi, Can’t Eat Pussy, Wee Balls, Amish It
Head, WIPOS, Basket Boom Boom, Flexible Video Endoscope, Shemale Man, Rusty,
Fuwangi Boner, Swamp Whine.
The Run:
Starting from the parking lot just north of 495 on Taunton St.,
this was familiar territory to most of the hashers. Too bad it was not familiar
to the hare. Retard had grown shamed from sponging
free beers from the hash, and had agreed to set a trail. Next time, just conquer
your shame, and keep sponging.
A sizeable group set off promptly at 6:30, heading out west on
trail. And west they went. There were no checks. Just west. They crossed a
stream. Heading west. Finally, one of the three checks found that night sent
them curving to the northwest. Nice, for a change. The ice had Amish and WHO slipping a bit.
Bondo, of course, went on his own way, and got lost.
Oozing and Pubic hung
back, to be together? Watch out, Donkey. Basket tried short-cutting.
Ha!
Led by Wee Balls and CEP, the hash found the second check, and doubled back a
bit, south and then east. Only to be directed north, crossing the stream again.
What a hash! The compass boxed in less than 20 minutes! The third check had the
pack confused for a while. True trail led out to Beach St. But there was a mark
(in snow) that looked to Amish like an “X”, and
initially the trail was assumed to be false. Finally, it was solved, and the
hash was well-spread out, running East on Beach and then south on Taunton where
the hare was encountered, giving encouraging
remarks.
An arrow marked the re-entry point into the woods. A confusing
mark, “BD”, was seen. This was never explained. They finally ignored it and
proceeded without much ado to the Beer Check, next to the stream. All straggled
in eventually, with Oozing and Pubic coming in quite late, quite out of breath and asking
WHO for a smoke. The usual songs were butchered, and
when the beer was gone a simple south to east dog-leg had them back at the cars.
Circling up, the hare asked that the “Beermeister” bring out the beer for the
circle. Blank stares. Not funny. But, by the same token, he was not joking.
Rhode Island hashing custom had to be explained. And he is not named Retard for nothing. It was decided to head south on Rt. 1
where Basket remembered a liquor store.
The convoy (minus WIPOS, Bondo and Shemale Man) arrived
at the liquor store, and the hare came out with a few 12 packs. Oh, and he was
almost arrested. But I digress. The circle was formed is an old
mulch-and-discarded-tire pile behind the store. It was pretty much in plain
view, despite their best efforts. The run was rated. Excluding the biting and
fractious comments regarding the site of the circle, the best anyone could say
revolved around the presence of two bimbos, the absence of Bondo at the BC and circle, and the acceptable
ice-shiggy. Pavement, few falsies and Basket sealed
his fate. Total: +0. Hashit went to Basket, for being
acquainted with the hare for the longest time. And they finished up, and tried
their luck at Champions.
On On