Whuppity Scoorie Day Hash

Run #933, March 1, 2004

Hare: Dr WHO

Location: Weetamoo Woods, Tiverton

Weather: mid 40's, Clear.

Present: Oozing SD, SESYB, Basket Boom Boom, WIPOS, Fuwangi Boner, Seamus.

The Run:

After recovering from the X-Country Ski Hash, the true stalwarts trekked out to Tiverton to see if WIPOS could successfully be lost again. Of course, the hare had set a brilliant run. Beginning from the Town Farm Playground, trail led east past a particularly odorous field, freshly manured for the hashers pleasure. A falsie allowed Basket to sample some of this. But trail went on into Pardon Gray preserve. A check sent the group in every direction: to a Wooden Headstone marked "R.I.P. Ben Dover" in the landfill, to a overgrown swamp road, to a maze of dirt bike trails on steep hillocks. SESYB was first to recover and continued east into the Weetamoo Woods. Trail south was found by Fuwangi (his first and only correct choice of the evening).

The group went over a steep boulder, and came downhill to a check on the bank of the Borden Brook. True trail was found after some regrouping to bushwhack and follow the banks of the brook south. The trail became mostly toilet paper, attached to thorns. The ground became swampier with thawing remnants of the winter's ice offering a fifty-fifty shot at getting feet wet. There was much wailing and moaning from Basket and surprisingly little commentary from Bondo. A trail was crossed, the check sending Fuwangi left (wrong!) and Basket right (wrong!) as SESYB and WIPOS continued to bushwhack straight into the proper cedar swamp.

A most satisfactory and soggy swamp crossing led to High Rock, where a falsie led up to the top. Most climbed up, remembering that this was where WIPOS had been lost (on the last hash before 9/11). But true trail led southeast, and Fuwangi rapidly passed FRBBBBBBB SESYB into the lead. A gas pipeline was reached. Fuwangi checked right (right!). Basket checked left (wrong!). But Fuwangi was so insecure at this point that he backtracked all the way back to the hare (who wasn't giving any hints this time).

Finally heading southwest, they turned west at an arrow into some fields. Fuwangi led. He followed a true trail arrow painfully through some thorns while the rest walked 10 yards further on and took the path. The trail turned northwest across a field to a stream that was crossed to the BC. Only WIPOS went 30 yds downstream to cross on some rocks. The rest followed the hare and forded the knee-high water. Beer was Magic Hat "Heart of Darkness" or a Pennsylvania microbrewery "Seven Hops Infusion Ale".

After beer, a brief bushwhack west and the group turned north. A few checks later and they turned through a thorny path into the landfill, where the marks were obscured by the thousands of white plastic bags strewn around. Along the rim of the landfill, trail led through some particularly foul and festering standing water before turning west up and out on the access road. As always, a semi-functional bicycle was found and ridden by Oozing back to the cars.

The circle was formed and nothing but praise could be heard. If it had not been for the unfortunate fact that WIPOS did not in fact get lost, it would have been a perfect 10, but the hare had to settle for a 0.69. Hashit: to Basket, of course.

The On On On was at A-1 Pizza in Fall River, in the middle of a darts tournament. Actually it could have been a "Guess the Weight" contest or a chain-smoking event equally. But none of the hashers wanted to return to Li'l Bear, so they got what they deserved.

On On