HASH# 1201
HARES-PRICKLY BUSH, BIDET BITCH
As we trekked to the near outskirts of the greater Houston metropolitan area the hash faithful could at least be thankful that the hares could safely use flour since we would be in the shiggy. No chance of a problem with the HAZMAT people. Well it was a nice sentiment anyway. Realistically the omens were somewhat ominous from the very beginning. A small black cloud seemed to be settling directly over the start and a large black bird, one BALD EAGLE, landed just before the beginning of the run. Undeterred by evil omens or anything else save running out of beer the hash was off after a satisfyingly brief chalk talk.
The trail lead strait across the parking lot, briefly down the main road and then cut sharply behind the building next door. Roller Balls, Saran Crap, P.P., Saltwater Taffy and I turned right at the first check and began to head back towards the road. This choice proved to be less than inspired since the rest of the pack turned left following the true trail through the fence in the opposite direction. The trail ultimately turned left again at the next road and headed back towards the start of the run.
Little Pussy, Saltwater Taffy and P.P. led the way through the next check as we began to search for trail. An exhaustive (all of five minutes) search resulted in me literally running into trail on a tree heading into the shiggy. I exited the shiggy at a check and ran into Little Pussy coming from another direction. He kindly informed me that he had done some pre-hash scouting and true trail turned right and headed towards the end of the street. This turned out to be only too true. However, since the hash gods can't stand ill gotten true trail, I found the rest of the days checks somewhat more difficult to solve.
The remainder of the trail alternated between some really nice runnable shiggy and some industrial areas that provided some very challenging checks. The combination was really fun and really difficult for the FRB'S. The entire trail was well marked and most of the checks worked to keep the pack together. Good job hares, we loved it.
Shortly before we entered the shiggy for the final time we were provided with one last tidbit of entertainment. True trail crossed a large ditch and turned left. While most hashers followed trail with no problem one unlucky but entertaining hasher decided that since trail must go right he would run down half a mile and cross at a bridge. It was some time before we saw Small Johnson again.
As Saran Crap, Roller Balls and I followed P.P. in from the last shiggy section of trail we were gratified to see not only the beer near but also the ON-ON-ON. It was a gloriously short run from there to the beer and the end. Definitely superior hash planning by the hares.
The circle was a lot of fun even if it did seem to go on forever. E.Z.-FAG did an excellent job of carrying out his R.A. duties especially considering he drank twice his bodyweight in beer. The circle was dominated by several down-downs for Bald Eagle and several more for the entire Scottish contingent. The highlight was the extremely popular naming of Dude, Where's My Car, by Rain Bitch. Further entertainment was provided by Saltwater Taffy's failed depantsing of Roller Balls. NOTE-Saltwater Taffy please consult Little Pussy he seems to be the resident expert
The On-On-On was held at a bar fifty yards from the circle. It was a really nice establishment, complete with a large deck, perfect for the hash. The hare's provided plenty of tasty taco's for everyone. Even Hooter Bill got to eat until he was full. Latter on in a fit of generosity Hooter bought beer for everyone. Hey, if you missed this hash you missed a good one. Thanks again hare's, excellent job.
WOMB SERVICE ON-ON!!!