Hash 606 October 2, 2010

Perfect weather for hashing, and the truly dedicated convened in the exercise yard of Davis Printing in historic Camden.  The Hare, Chips a Ho, explained the marks we could expect on trail (neglecting, as we shall see, to inform us of the idiosyncratic interpretation we should apply to some of them).  When asked whether we would need anything on trail, Chips stood a while in uffish thought and then advised that ID would be required, sending the pack scurrying back to their cars and sag bags for proof of identity and legal age.

The trail started with a quick checkback, taking the pack through the DPC parking lot.  At the next intersection we encountered a check and, while casting  about for the trail, Chips appeared to tell us we’d overrun the first beer stop.  Undeterred, the pack took off with Chips in pursuit on what was now a dead hare trail.

At the next Beer Near, we found out that when Chips advised us to carry ID on trail, he meant “wear a shirt” inasmuch as two of the pack were denied entry to the pizza place:  no shirt, no shoes, no service.

The trail continued through the parks and avenues of Camden.  At one point we picked up an escort of free range boys who thought the whole thing was an excellent game, until Chips had to turn them back.  We also learned that YBF sometimes means “checkback 1.”  Well, as Wandering Dick always says, every hash is different.

Back in circle, Chips presided.  We welcomed I Hope You’re Not an Orphan, from Ft Jackson.   Toots McGee and Shortarican were back from their honeymoon;  Orville Redencocker, Shortarican, and a number of experienced hashers who should have known better drank for not having their whistles;  and we completely munged up a rendition of “Meet the Hashers.”

The circle ended with directions and convoy instructions to Chips’ place on Lake Wateree.

Here endeth the reading of the Hash Minutes.

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