ReHash #360

Hello Fellow Hashers,

This is my first attempt at a re-hash, so make fun of me all you want 🙂

here goes….

It was a warm autumn day, perfect day for a hash. For us
"fair-weather" Hashers, it was indeed a Hash day not to miss. The motley bunch of Hashers converged at Shindagin Hollow for a prance through the woods courtesy of hares Toothy and Rowdy Bush.

As usual, we all stood around, some with beer in hand, waiting to see if anyone else would arrive. Those present at the START of the hash were:
Toothy and her dog (decorated in pink ribbons),
Rowdy,
HIV and his two dogs,
Hot Lips
Roto-root-her and some (maybe three–one might have been named Wax-on-Wax-off and another named Mc-something and another who’s name I do not think I ever learned….sorry!) Albany hashers,
Dances with Head
Country (or County) Cock
WT and his son
Vern’s Bitch and Vern
Honeycomb (that would be me)
and a virgin, Heather, and her dog Riff Raff.

And then just as the hash started, Hershey showed up, without his owner, 1/2 Monty. Very curious–how did Hershey get there alone? Will we ever know….

I hope I got everyone….if I did not, you did not make enough noise and were not obnoxious enough.

So, off we went, into the woods. The trails were covered in leaves, so people were falling all over the place, myself included. Somewhere on trail, Ball Wrinkle and his dog, Puker caught up with us….

So, off we ran, through the woods….up the hills, down the hills, through the water, through the mud.

At one point, we reached a steep decent…..and I think everyone just slid down the hill on their asses…b/c everyone’s asses were covered in mud at the bottom of the hill. And at the bottom of the hill….there was beer….time for a hash rest. What I think could go down in the book of world records as the longest hash rest in history. We were waiting for Rowdy and one of the Albany hashers….they took forever! So, in the meantime, waiting for them, we had to entertain ourselves. The dogs took the prize for entertainment. They were running through the mud and swamp and then would wipe the dirt on us. At one point, two dogs took a huge stick and knocked out three hashers. And we were still waiting for Rowdy and the Albany hasher. We had a howling moment with the dogs….a-woo-a-woo…..and still we waited. WTs son lost his shoe in the mud and then, finally, Rowdy arrived and after a bit of harassing her, we were back on trail.

When suddenly, we encountered a mean gang of wild turkeys…they were everywhere…..just eyeing us down. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. And to the rescue came a Great Horned Owl and he ate all the turkeys…..and then had a beer. We thanked him and then proceeded on trail.

And after a few more up the hills, down the hills, we were back to the cars and we all headed off to the Crooked Board for an On-In.

We putzed around there for a bit, there was beer, others had food….others stole food from others. And other hashers arrived–Tequila Bill and 1/2 monty.

We circled up, made people drink for various reasons. Rowdy seemed to be drinking a lot…so did Roto-root-her. Dog-owners drank, hash crashers drank, have not hashed lately hashers drank. I designated various people to drink for me……and eventually we ran out of reasons to make people drink……

And then the wild turkeys showed up ….and this time we beat them up ourselves and now they are hanging on the walls of the Crooked Board with the other animal carcasses and deer butts….

And we were proud of ourselves…

The End….