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2012 “Fall” campout


The annual H4 Faaaaaaaaaalllllll Campout will be held at Skydive Spaceland on November 2, 3, and 4, 2012. The campgrounds are right on the Skydive Spaceland property, just a few hundred yards from the landing zone.

This is a BYOE campout, meaning ‘bring your own everything’. Mismanagement will provide some basic snacks, bathrooms, shenanigans, and enough drinks for flippy cup. The rest is up to you!

There is no registration fee, but:

1. Skydives – You may buy a skydive Saturday morning. If we get a group of 20 or more to purchase a skydive in advance, there is a group discount. Register with the H4 group if you order online or by phone (see details below). You must be sober to skydive!
2. Trail – There will be a Saturday afternoon trail (~3:00 pm) hosted by the Galveston hash. The trail’s fee is NOT included in the campout, so if you want to drink at the end, bring $5 for the trail!

There will still be a regular Sunday trail at 3 pm after the campout, but that is a separate event and will be announced later.

So come on down to Skydive Spaceland and enjoy the cool weather, crazy skydiving shenanigans, and all the evening fun! You can also RSVP and share the event on Hashspace.


For jumpers to get the group discount of $169 (20 jumpers minimum), when they phone in Skydive Spaceland (1-800-SKYDIVE), just mention ‘Maurice’ as the team captain. You will need to provide a $50 deposit and the rest of the payment is completed on the day of the jump. The jumpers will meet at the hanger at 12pm on Saturday, Nov. 3.


From Houston:
Take Hwy 288 South toward Angleton Approx 20 – 25 miles
Look for the exit to FM 1462 (Rosharon/Alvin exit)
Take FM 1462 exit and turn right toward Rosharon
Follow FM 1462 about 2 miles to stoplight at FM 521
Turn right on FM 521
Follow FM 521 about 1/4 mile to parking lot
Click on the link for a Google map.

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Hash #1801 – Too Hot to Run Hash

Hares:  Whale’s Vagina, Meatbox, Weapons of Mass-Turbation

Well, it was a hot and steamy day and the hares decided to lay a trail.  Our thoughtful hares thought that having the trail on the hottest day of the summer (so far) in order to please the hounds.  They also decided to have the start location in the hottest parking lot of Houston.  As the pack gathered, you could see the sweat pools starting to grow around the feet and tires in the parking lot.  The hares promised “shaded urban-shiggy” and the pack got to learn, once again, that hares lie.  Continue reading

#1800 – Fiestavus 5!

Hares:  Pussy Checker, Master Chucker, Menage Myself, Snatchatarrius, Smooth Stroker, Nibble My Tits

At the request of the H4 grammar Nazis, this entire trash has been written in Comic Sans. According to Amnesty International, this is a low grade form of deliberate ocular agony and typographical terrorism. What did you expect, they’re NAZIS!

Yea, after weeks of listserv haranguing and facebook invite management, Fiestavus 5 was finally upon us. A stormy morning gave way to a classically hot and humid afternoon, in the storied wilds of Spring, Texas. A large pack, including nearly two dozen virgins, and a lovely ASSortment of roller derby girls convened in the parking lot of Club Tranz (Open all nite! VIP entrance! Wanna buy some meth?) next to Cypress Creek. At last the hares arrived, arrayed in cartoonishly Mexican raiments, promising a shiggified, shaded, muddy, sexy, profitable, air-conditioned trail. Keep in mind that the hares are known to lie. Chalk talk was held after the arrival of SPF 50 and duly elected Religious Advisor Ramrod, who were seen pushing their truck over a bridge and into a nearby alley. Evidently it gave up the ghost, by the will of a most benevolent G, only a quarter of a mile from the start. Although the exact mechanical malfunction could not be readily determined, it has been speculated that a daring and dangerous attempt at road head lead to a blown gasket. And with that, the pack was off. Continue reading

H4 Spring Campout! Cinco De Mayo 2012!

Hares:  Geek, Horsefli, Heartache, Too Drunk to Fuck, Dick Assley, Catcher in the Brown Eye, Flatline, the rest of Mismanagement and anyone else that helped run things.  

Well, the H4 spring campout was this past weekend and boy was it a hoot.  It all went down at an awesome place called MYBEACH1.com right on the San Jacinto river.  It had plenty of camp space, shiggy swampland, two beaches, a pavilion and lots of great people. Continue reading

#1759 – World Peace Through Beer Hash

Hares:  Hole In One, Too Drunk to F*ck and Tender Vittles (again)

What was supposed to be a World PEACE through Beer quickly became a World War on Beer.  To start off, the Allied Powers were represented by an American, a Canadian and a Brit.  After leaving the start at Hermann Park and running around trying to avoid mosquitoes, the pack found themselves at the Holocaust Museum where Tender Vittles was waiting with a German beer.  The pack quickly disposed of those filthy Germans and were on their way.  After running through some of the Museum district and past the lake of Hermann Park the pack stumbled upon poor Hair-ea 69 sitting in a bog waiting for a train and a cooler full of Sapporo beer.  Those dang Japanese, attacking Hair-ea 69 with their big ass beers and kamikaze mosquitoes.

After subduing the Japanese with an atomic beer shotgunning, the pack was on it’s way.  After leaving Hermann park, we ended up next to the hospital disctrict, where the third beer check had come and gone in a matter of minutes.  Most of the pack didn’t get any beer but I assume it was Italian and the hashers hung it out to dry quite easily.  At the end of the hash, Ramrod used an entire can of mosquito repellent and fogged the entire area, a squirrel was released upon the pack and the lovely Sarah was officially named “Flatline”.

Thus the world was a more peaceful and happy place.


3 beer checks spread out too far, 1 by holocaust museum with german beer, 2nd in a swamp. 3rd – no beer for most of the pack.

false on top of the hill.

mosquitoes, mosquitoes, mosquitoes. (ramrod fogging the place with repellent.

naming of sarah, flatline

6 miles