IH3 Trail #433

It was Sunday, the birthday of our nation in the year of two thousand four. Our group was out in full force to celebrate in our own special way. I forgot where the trail head was but it was someplace south of Speedsville, NY. I am sure I will be punished for forgetting the location but I’ll take my licks later. On that day ET was out along with 1/2 Monty, Bitch Squealer, Star 69, just Christina, just Ethan, Butt Floss, LOA, Spike, Sideshow Jesus, Scooby Snatch, Staffy Puller, Tequila Bill, Pussy Pong, Dances With Head, Hairy Condom Junior, and some guy from Canada. The day was sunny and lovely and the group was almost ready to go! We diligently applied bug spray and sunscreen as we sipped cheap beer. We only had to pause for a moment to throw up after watching Max eat a few mouth fulls of fly and maggot riddled horse excrement. Once that terrible moment was out of the way we headed out. Checking, false, up and down, on-on, mud, shiggy, and so fourth–it was a Hash. Aside from the dog eating the horse stuff there were two notables from that day. First, just Ethan and Sideshow Jesus somehow lost there way. This is not surprising for just Ethan, since he comes from Boston and knows nothing about these woods or about Hashing. Now what explanation can be given for the “all knowing” getting lost? We concluded it was a calculated murky moment, an opportunity for Sideshow to get to know Ethan better maybe? Second, after the on-in we all headed off to PP’s house for a BBQ. The food was great, so was the company. What a great day!