IH3 Trail #464

IH3 # 464 – 8/14/05

Toothy Lunker and Little Oral Annie’s birthday hash.

Hares – you guessed it Toothy Lunker and LOA

Location – yet another facet of Hammond Hill.

Lots of wankers in the looking glass today I see Butt Floss and 1/2 Monty and Hot Lips, JUSAD, Just Eric and Tequila Bill and Staffy Puller, and Hound Whore, and just back from (Colorado?) just in time for the on-in are Dances With Head and Pussy Pong, We also had two visitors – Beef Curtains and Hackle Cackle from Beirut – past Ithaca residents visiting family (who didn’t know there was a hash when they lived here!). And, we had five, count them five virgins AH AH AH – just Lea, just Matthew, just Bob, just Amanda and just Alex.

Now lets see if I can remember anything after 5 weeks… Well, at least I wrote down all the names – no, wait Floss did that for me. Oh yeah, we met at a little trail head on Midline/Irish settlement roads. LOA ran on ahead of us to make sure we didn’t miss a very important arrow. Wait a minute we actually have to run – I thought we were just here to give LOA and Toothy birthday spankings! On by LOA we went through a little stand of pines and through a field with nicely mowed trails. On down some rock terrain we went were we found our first beer stop. We are near a leg of six-mile creek and after this long hot, dry spell we have had, it actually has water in it.

Toothy warned us that from here any hashers with dogs or bad shoes/knees may want to hang back as the next beer stop would be pretty much right here too. I see why as we went spelunking up out of the gorge.

At some point after this I had a very blonde moment. We came to a check were many hashers went of in a certain direction and yelled on-on-on-on. I proceeded to bend down and mark the check with sticks on the off-chance that anyone might actually be dfl-ing anymore than I am right now. Toothy, watching me do this said “don’t bother”. Being the genius that I am I figured she just meant that nobody is behind anyway us and proceeded to run in that direction. I ran about 100 yards in that direction and heard “false trail”. I turned back to the check to find Toothy and LOA laughing behind me- why did you go in that direction, Hound Whore? Oh THAT’S what you meant by “don’t bother”, Toothy!
Yeah, I got a down-down for that one.

Anyway we made our way back down the gorge to the creek, to be even more pleasantly surprised to find not just water but about a four foot deep pool. We had a nice little swim back to the beer rest. We ran back up to the hill and realized why it was so important no to miss that first arrow – here it was again. We had our on-in which got rushed towards the end as some very dark, very swirly clouds rolled in. The temperature actually dropped enough that many hashers put on long sleeves for the first time in a month. Side-sides of course were given to Toothy and LOA. Hot Lips was nice enough to rat himself out and inform us he was worthy of a side-side as well. Then, Hackle Cackle ratted her husband, Beef Curtains out as well, and we gave! him a birthday side-side.

I guess I didn’t do too bad remembering some stuff.

On-On Hound Whore