Tefft Hill Hash

Run #963, Sept 20, 2004

Hare:  Async

CoHare:  Basket Boom Boom

Location:  Exeter/Richmond Line, on Rt 3

Weather:  low 70’s, Clear

Present:  Dr WHO, Oozing SD, SESYB, Bondo, WIPOS, Just Josh, Just Drew. Visitors: Flounder (Floundering Ass-plant?) – Waukesha H3.

Absent: Async, the hare!

The Run:

The original hare had been called back to work by an unsympathetic Bank of America tyrant, so he had preset some of the marks and arranged for Basket to act as co-hare and complete the trail. (Those who arrived had not been informed of this. Otherwise, no one would have made the run. How did Fuwangi and Tinker find out?) Just Josh and Just Drew arrived for their third(?) outing, showing a pitiful lack of intelligence, judgment, and common sense. And Flounder, a visitor from Wisconsin, came expecting to hash this evening. Ha!

In the waning sunlight, promptly at 6:30, they were off bushwhacking north. They passed an abandoned lodge with a huge standing chimney and log framing, but not much roof. Regrettably, too early for the BC. On they went to a check on the Tefft Hill Trail, an abandoned dirt road perpendicular to 95. Dr WHO led west under 95, and trail soon turned right onto the Dawley Trail. The next few checks were easily dealt with. The original hare might have given more of a challenge. Just Josh and Just Drew along with Oozing and SESYB caught up with WHO as they crossed west over Roaring Brook on a bridge. The original hare would have made them get their feet wet. They turned south to the shores of Roaring Brook Pond.

Flashlights were now required and several falsies were ignored as the trail skirted the pond. The dam at the southern end of the pond was reached, along with an arrow indicating that trail continued south. An arrow! A dam with a boardwalk! Obviously, trail had to cross the brook at some point. Why else an arrow instead of a check? A smart hasher could easily avoid the almost certain shiggy ahead. The original hare would have been cannier. Dr WHO broke from the pack to look for marks on the other side of the dam. Too bad he is almost blind at dusk, even with a light. WHO could be so stupid!

Trail continued south briefly, then crossed the brook east, and came on the Tefft Hill Trail again. The dread Blue Blazes appeared. They were back, yet again, on the North-South Trail! The original hare would probably have avoided this. Flour led northeast on the trail and then back west to… the boardwalk! The co-hare declared a Beer Check, despite the absence of markings to confirm this. What a lazy wank! But beer was retrieved from the bushes and consumed out on the dam.

Trail back was back east on the North-South Trail, and back under 95 to the reverse of the beginning. How imaginative. The original hare would likely have done better. But for all that, the ramshackle lodge was an ideal place to circle, and after reaching the cars, the circle was held in the center hall of the structure in front of the fireplace. The original hare would have had a fire. The run was rated: poor weather, lack of shiggy, North-South Trail: -0.69. (The original hare was given a +0.69, but this was withdrawn because of his poor choice in co-hare, and he ended up with a 0!) Hashit to Dr WHO for stupidity on the boardwalk. After religion, they withdrew to exit 6, not 6A and dined at Marks. Another wasted evening with the RIH3.

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