Run #1701
Grind Slut’s Solo Hare
Hare: Grind Slut
Hounds: 42
New Boots : none
After a weekend long of campout-hashing, cough what could be better to end the weekend with, but another hash. But this was not any hash, this was Grind Slut’s- Year Aged- Winter Stout- Shiggylicious-true hashing – hash. Hurrah for Grind Slut!
While driving to Point A of the hash, the surrounding looked very familiar. Grind Slut decided to start us off at a favorite location for the hash, the end of Scott Street. This location is where it looks like water control ditches have been made. I think that Horsefli Drivebi would also agree that this is one of his favorite hash locations also. The hash parked at the end of Scott Street. As hashers got out of their vehicles, there were many conversations of the location being an end, or Point B, of some recent past. It was definitely an unforgettable place. Many hashers have their own favorite story of this location, but on that Sunday, Grind Slut would be the one to try to make memories of the best beer day for the hash. In proper hash-hare style, Grind showed up in the slut-mobile.
While Eight Inch Crack had a great haberdashery set up, I tried to get rid of the end of my jello shots that were left over from the campout. Others talked of the weekend and the stories of the last time that they were at this location. Grind gave chalk talk and showed the marks as being in flour. Grind kept the pack in suspense by not giving a definite length of trail, and he was not even certain of all the marks he used. He bragged that the last time he made it to the hash, he was the hare. Maybe he just wanted to try on the “Old Faithful” name.
The pack was off as the trail started down a utility easement, under power lines. Trail continued with a bayou crossing and three chances for water crossings. A few zenning hashers ran up the hill where the hash ended last time, but no marks were up there. They were just a little too early. Once those anxious hashers left, Grind laid the last part of the trail that did end at the top of the hill. Tricky! Point A to Point A-prime…one of my favorites.
Once it looked like all was clear, and Geek was out of sight, Grind Slut drove the slut-mobile to the top of the hill and hid it slightly behind the line of sight. Hashers looking up to the hill would be blinded by the sun and not able to see the car. From the top of the hill, the hare was able to use binoculars and watch the pack solve trail. It was interesting to see some swim the last piece of the trail, while others took dry ground a long way around. The temperature started to drop, so those that swam really started to feel the cold.
Once the FRB made it in, Grind tapped the year long aged keg of St. Arnold Winter Stout, nice, chocolaty and creamy. Grind is known for bringing out the good beer, and Sunday was a testament to that. Yummy beer makes you forget the perils of the trail.
While waiting for the pack to come in, Saran Crap entertained the group with some props that must have been leftover from Halloween, perfect to go with the candy that was leftover from Halloween. Others were entertained by watching hashers maneuver their way around a huge pile of horse manure. It was right where the center of the circle should be. Geek poured flour on it to try to keep hashers from stepping there. Some tried to warn hashers of the pile, while others just watched and giggled.
Hash food was minimal, but Grind Slut is one that believes that the beer as what is important at the end of the hash. Food is not near as important as having good beer. Once it was assumed that all hounds made it in, circle began.
Grind had the first accusation for being the hare. He was also called for being more concerned about his hash than Gas-light’s civilian r*ce. Acceptable hash behavior. Other accusations included one for Saran Crap and his nice set of chompers. Platterpuss got called out by Lorna Dunes for the “sleephat” that he wore. Those that participated in sky diving were also called out.
Newly named “Catcher in the Brown Eye” was accused, along with Platterpuss, of taking sexy photos with the sunset and hash flag.
Just as circle was ending, Happy Trail and E.T. showed up after second day of skydiving. Just in time to drink some yummy, good beer.
A tired group did not carry out the circle for a long time, and Grind was left with beer. The yearlong aged keg of Winter Stout was a special prize that is not often found. And for hashers to not finish the keg, well, shame on us!
On-on-on was at the Flying Saucer downtown.
Hash respectfully-
Old Faithful