Run # 1044

Hares: P.P., Limp Noodle, and Nippstick

Scribe: Roller Balls

It's early January and as usual we are lacking in hares. A few days before

the hash, P.P. steps forward to lay the trail with the help of Limp Noodle

and Nippstick. The weather sucked, it was about 40 degrees at run time,

partly cloudy and windy. Despite the weather, about 40 hashers showed up at

the Teamster's Hall at Studemont and I-10 to hash on this sunday.

The trail left the parking lot and headed NW on the now removed railroad

tracks that run throughout the Heights. At the second check, the hounds

dispersed and for the next mile or so most of the pack paralleled trail

taking turns calling trail. About a mile into the trail, we headed into a

small patch of shiggy that lead to White Oak bayou. Good job P.P., I don't

think I've ever been in there. Rumor has it that there was a tunnel back

check in the woods, but no one found it.

After the woods, we ran up the bayou up to Shepherd and a beer check. The

beer check turned out to be a turtle check, and I must comment that everyone

is much better about these than they used to. I can remember the days when

some FRB's would hit a beer check, drink a little water then take off again.

We're hashers remember, we like beer.

P.P. finally sent us off on trail, we hit a back check almost immediately so

while everyone else was looking for trail I ran back to the beer check for

another beer. I eventually ran about 20 feet past the beer check looking

for trail, heard a call back the other direction and had to hit the beer

check one more time. Good job guys, 3 beer checks.

Trail lasted about another mile to P.P.'s house. Nippstick made chili. Limp

Noodle did something as hare, but I really can't remember. Oh yeah, he was

dishing out Goldschlager. P.P. built a fire behind his house for the

circle. Nippstick assisted by setting the plastic gas can (half full of

gas) on fire. While everyone quickly backed away from the potential

explosion. Red Addair ran in and doused the flame with his beer. Actually

two beers.

The on on on, was at the same place the Polyester Hash ended. I can't

remember the name of the place (On Sec. Hint: it’s called the Shady Tavern), but I remember having a few beers and pleasant conversation with my many hash friends.

On on,

Roller