The Great Swamp Deer Fly Hash

Run: #844 July 1, 2002
Hare: Raging QOB
Where: parking lot, Biscuit City launch area, Charlestown.
Theme: Great Swamp part deux, or Can-We-get-Lost-Again-Hash, or Will-Async-Abandon-Us-Yet-Again-Hash?
Scribe: Oozing
Temp: balmy lower 90s, humidity around 65%.
Present: basket BB, Async, DrWHO Slasher, WIPOS, Oozing SD, BondoJovi, PW and the hare Raging QOB.
Mgt: Jake, Baxter, Ben and Zoe.
Absent: anyone who has brains. Rumour has it tho' that Tinker is TOO HIP for the Rhody hash. Rumour also has it that the hash denentress Eazy EverReady Beaver and KNO were once again present at the start, attempted to make out in the lovely idyllic surroundings until the deer flies attacked them. Which brings me back to the most conspicous virgins present at this weeks hash: a gazillion deer flies!

The Run

The hare tried his best to thwart the die-hard rhody hash from making it to this weeks hash by giving them nonsensical d'erections taken straight out of Lewis Carrol's Phantasmagoria, but webmaster Async caught on and gave correct d'erctions. Despite this, the hash was late to start as it was a good hour away from Providence!

The run commemorated Canada Day-was this why marks where either backwards or indecipherable? Hash marks were explained clearly in French.

The run also commemorated the day of the building of the first air raid shelter this day in 1937 in Idaho (see DrWHO, I too can cum up with meaningless but true trivia), however no frickin' shelter could have protected us from the flies on this run! Did I already mention the flies? Did y'all know this was the week killer African bees were first seen in Virginia in 2000? Maybe those were'nt really deer flies...

The run took the pack about 1/2 a mile down route 2 then back right into the woods to the first check and true trail parallel to the road. The trail was well marked both with flour and toilet paper. Soon tho' there was little trail and much more bush-whacking. The trail appeared to go southwards and then eastwards but who knows? Lots more checks and trail went thru swamp, fields, turf farms and woods and finally out into the opening. The flies stayed with the pack with PW vowing never to hash again (yippee!). Tired, wet, dirty and bug-bitten i.e.. pretty much the same as they were the pack finally broke into the open with no sight of the hare, Bondo or WIPOS.  Running thru the full length of a turf farm and back into the woods and the BC where the hare and Bondo were waiting.  Luckily no Bud. Is the Raging one trying to get into the rhody good books again? Beer was heartily consumed as the flies finally took off on us. Soon WIPOS also joined the pack.  Bondo had attempted to venture on bike but after both tires punctured early he was saved by the hare.

On from the BC the trail went across a couple of more farms then back into the woods/shiggy and eventually out onto the monument that commemorates the massacre of countless Indians by the pale faced settlers. The rhody hash continues to replay this aspect of history by throwing weekly abuse (and thehashit) on its non-palefaced hashing brethren.

The circle was commenced and the hare got his due abuse (as if having to rescue a smelly Bondo was not enough). Hashit went to Bondo for wheel (first 2 then 4) hashing. Down downs consumed then the hash retired to Mike's where lovely waitresses served pitchers of cold beer, rubbed balm into our sores and bites and fed us food. And all for free! Too bad Bondo and PW had to go to their respective homes early (or so they tell us!). A good time had by all...

ONON.

Oozing