Hares: Heartache and Doppelgangbanger

Hash heros Heartache and Doppelgangbanger stepped up at the final wire to hare a hareless hash that turned out to be long and hot but still interesting.

(I think the hares will not protest the description of long, hot and interesting).

Pack met on the south side of 610 South behind a bank building. It was hot, as usual. Trail west immediately south and then turned westward to a massive forest of cane (bamboo?). We zigged and zagged a while, finally popping out along a fence before heading back into the shiggy.

Towards the middle of trail we were traveling through an extremely viney area with On-ons on all sides. As this part of trail progressed it was clear we were making large dew-loops much like a piece of ribbon candy. Trail was advertised as full urban shiggy and I was glad to have high socks on because the thorns and ankle-SNATCHing vines were plentiful.

After emerging from the shiggy I was so turned around from the loops that I had no idea where we were. It appeared to be some kind of post-apocolyptic desert, with super-dry red clay beneath our feet and abandoned corrugated tin buildings every 100 meters of so.

Then we came to my favorite part of trail, and almost dreamlike, magical section of thousands of 7-foot-tall cat-tails, which opened as a small pack of hashers tramped through them, freeing their cottony insides to float on the wind like some kind of freak Christmas-in-July snowstorm. It was beautiful and disarming (until my allergies kicked in) and an image I think I will remember for a long time. A happy hash memory.

Trail ended who knows where behind an office building with a handy spigot and lots of shade. Doppelgangbanger, virgin har, was floured mercilessly. RA Momma’s Boy brought out the sack-o-ice and several hashers, including myself, were “iced.” Sir Licks-A-Lot lived up to his name by eating the ass ice halfway through the circle.

McPisser, who’s toenails were painted orange, also presented the triumphant return of Coney, which Momma’s Boy promptly LOST again by leaving him at the end.

The On On On was at some shady (literally and finguratively) bar just insde the loop at Buffalo Speedway and Main Street. Some of us watched the Olympics while Fire Tunnel and Closet Freak taught me, Platterpuss and a few others how to play 3-man.

Hares had prepared a massive spread of food but methinks the free beer giveaway was rigged because Will He Peter announced himself the winner. Thankfully he shared the beer with a few members of the circle. I, still in the process of recovering from strep throat, ended up leaving early and unfortunately missed most of the circle.


Faithfully submitted and ON-ON,
— Snatchattarius