ReHash #247

Greetings Hashers!

While I certainly lack the Hash scribe’s gift for lies and innuendo, I was present at (most of) the last Hash, and therefore feel qualified to offer my brief summary of our escapades…

On the last day of summer, a sunny, crisp September day, 30 intrepid Hashers gathered eagerly at the Taughannock overlook to see what danger Hot Lips could spit out. The beautiful Fall weather (perfect for Hashing) had attacted several new faces.

Unfortunately, yours truly was not among them. Clara and I were slowly wending our way down Taughannock Boulevard, with Phil McCracken tailgating wildly behind us trying to avoid Blab-hood. Unfortunately for Phil, only one road leads to Taugannock Park.

Using our keen senses, we were able to track the faint trail left by 30 large mammals bushwacking through the forest (though, admittedly, the toots from HotLips horn did help…) We tracked our quarry up a vertical cliff of living mud! Perhaps it was here that Capt. Weenie donned his fetching off-one-shoulder outercoat of mud??

Our wily hares led us on an extended tour of the Park hitting many highlights — to long views of Cayuga Lake, past deadly mushrooms, by vines of tasty wild grapes, through terrifying bat-infested tunnels. (Apparently several Park-goers reported hearing the blood-curdling screams of Hashers as they were attacked by these vicious and rabid beasts). And no report of our Hash would be complete without mention of Roadkill’s attempt to win our coveted fashion award – he was dressed in a delightful neon green shirt with matching gloves (dyed to match, no doubt).

Well, there was more but that’s all I remember now. On-on…