Hash# 1923<br/>
Date: January 2, 2023<br/>
Time: 2 PM per the Hare's request<br/>
Weather: More like March 17 than the first of January<br/>
Location: Soccer Fields on Wyatt Rd, Middletown, RI<br/>
Hare: Guess????<br/>
Hounds: OOzing, Pubic Housing, Pissonya, Flobanger, Ass Quack & Crabby with Hutch, Gable and Becket James, Pussy Galore, Just the Tip, Sleeping Booty, Snap Chat and Visitor - Walter {Bahrain H3 1990's), with Cameo Appearances by: Dog Meat and An How's Yer Bush<br/>
Hashit: Basket<br/><br/>
Rusty decided to ponder the location for the First Hash of the Year for about 6.9 seconds and decided on the soggy trails behind his soccer fields less than 1/2 mile from his house. It's a wonder how he can put himself out so much with his creative Haring. I parked beside the Hare and Snap Chat, with Dog Meat complaining that she'd have to drive all the way to Rusty's house without packing an overnight bag. Rusty called AHYB and she drove over to pick up the sorry Rhode Islander. We enjoyed a beer from the Hare's trunk as we watched the rest of the pack roll in. <b>At 2PM Sharp</b>, the Hare gave his Chalk Talk:<b> B W . . . X ---></b> and a <b>:o)</b>. The Beer and Whiskey signs was appreciated by everyone, but the smiley face with a condon for a nose caused some concern. Rusty said it was because there was no way around the shiggy pit. (Truth be told, I put the used condom between the eyes and smiley face because it was too close to on the ground to ignore.<br/><br/>
At the proper time, we wer off through the gates and into the trails of the Sakonnet Greenway. With all the rain and warm temps, the trails were littered with puddles, soggy muck, shit and shineola. It was a slippery slop from the very start, and it ain't gettin' better. I was beside Crabby as she struggled to push the pram with Becket, through the muck and mire that the Hare called a trail. The thin wheels did little to help her navigate the shit, but she struggled on, until sometime later, when I saw Ass Quack taking over the task, but now the Gable was riding shotgun to little bro.<br/><br/>
We stopped for a Bailey's at 41.527820, -71.260708, and despite Rusty saying the W would be found within 20 feet of 'W', it took the pack and JtT 5 minutes to locate the goodies. The last of the pack arrived just as the beverage was being shared and a few songs were attempted. We toasted 2023 and old friends, but we were soon out sloggging on towards beer. Had this been normal weather, we'd be slippin' n sliddin', but the warmth brought moisture and the muddy puddles were fantastic. 
Beer was found just after the intersection not very far from the Shooting Range at 41.526940, -71.265991 and a few songs that were toned down for the kiddies were sung.<br/><br/>
The OnIn was not terribly long and we circled up under the pavilion at the soccer field. Hutch gave it a bad 000, and pretty much summed up the total rating. Rusty drank and sang 'The Frenchman'. Becket was seen seated on his mother's feet with his hand saluting as he copied a few of the wankers in the Circle. Backsliders were many and Snap Chat, Booty, AQ, Crabby, POY and Flo were interrogated by OOzing. There were no valid reasons for not cuming, so they drank and sang a song for their indiscretions. Just the Tip asked a few questions of our visitor and he drank and sang 'What do you do with a drunken sailor'. Announcements showed that the Ski Hash is on for February 18 as is something POY was promoting that same weekend. OOzing said he may be going to the Van Tramp Ski Hash in Vermont at the end of January. Everyone agreed it was nice to start at 2pm and not have WHO join us. Then 11 of us went to Fieldstones for some real food and ''maybe' another beer. Then we all went home for an end of a mostly pretty okay Hash by Rusty. Oh, I got Hashit for picking up a used rubber and putting it on the Hash marks for Chalk Talk, for forgetting to bring the Hashit, and for leaving the Circle to get the Hashit out of my car, only to find the car missing. I left the keys on the dash and thought it was stolen, but it turned  out that Dog Meat drove it to AHYerB's house for wine while we were on trail. We then we travelled to Fieldstones for more sustinece and covid-19 infections. Note: If you went to Fieldstones and shook Walter's hand then picked your nose, or touched Walter's nose and then scratched your eys, or if you let Walter sneeze into your face, you may want to be tested for Covid. Jast Sayin'<br/>
The End.<br/>
Basket