Hi Hashers,
We have had two fantastic back-to-back Hash Trails.....#636 on August 7th and #637 yesterday, August 14th. #636 was a Shiggy Apocalypse in and around the Gills Creek water basin. Orville Redenbacher and newly named Hasher, Ferry Cockins set a wonderful Trail with over 30 Hounds along for the fun and festivities. The Shiggy of Gills Creek kept the Hounds wet but not cool, as Columbia’s summer heat hung over the Hounds like a “fart in an elevator”. With two beverage stops and a special shot stop at the end to hopefully inoculate the Hounds against germs and chemicals from Gills Creek, a popular fishing stream for many Columbians. Several unique sights along the stream added a surreal atmosphere as a floating dead homeless person, Fowl Finger and Muffburgers dirty diapers from Gloriana’s excretions, and radio-active catfish with jaws of steel and razor sharp teeth floated by. With all Hounds safely back from the Gills Creek watershed a Circle was called for which attracted several onlookers and drive by “Looky Lu’s” wondering what kind of cult had taken up residence in Rosewood. Was it a Vegan Festival? Was it the Rosewood Tea Party” Was it USC cheerleading tryouts? Was it a late summer sacrifice to the Hash Gods to ask for more rain? It was all the above plus Virgins, special visitors, new Hashers to Columbia, and the Usual Suspects of the Columbian H3. Following all Hash Business many of the Hashers went to Buffalo Wild Wings for beer and food and to brag about surviving Gills Creek, the most dangerous stream in Columbia. On On to the Hares for a job well done!
Yesterday, Little Cock Lost had a Bug up his Ass and had to Hash......so with any excuse to Hash.......we celebrated his house warming, Quid Pro Ho’s birthday, and end of summer for the law students. The Hares were Little Cock Lost and Quid Pro Ho, and along with their other No Name Hash room mate, sprung for a keg of beer and organized a potluck summer picnic for the On After. As the RA I did my best to stall an evening down pour, but alas, we had started Trail much later than normal and I could not stop a deluge which opened up half way through Trails. The Hounds did not complain but decided to Hash through mud puddles like a kid with new shoes and love every minute of it. The “A” to “A” Trail was also Dog-Friendly as Hounds escorted some four-legged Hounds on Trail as I let my Hound, Ferry Cockins off her leash and run free on Trail which for some reason brought on the ire of the Feminists in the crowd......so I guess from now on I will have to keep my English Springer Spaniel on a leash. We also managed to welcome three Hash Virgins and honored the Grand Master (Finger Me) as he approaches another 60+ birthday this week. He was given a new pair of “Jorts” which are camoflauge so he is now old and stealthy on Trail. Following Hash Business we adjourned to inside Little Cock Lost’s abode and enjoyed various animal mixtures on the grill, as well as Vegan side dishes; one that looked like an Asian dish but it was like chewing a sponge for some reason.......although it was tasty and a brand new experience for me to enjoy. We continued to suck on the keg and attempt to float it and there was plenty of food for all to enjoy seconds and thirds as well as deserts for the Hashers.
It was a great Trail, fantastic On After and thanks to Little Cock, Quid Pro Ho, their No Name Room Mate and everyone who brought scrumptious potluck contributions. On On!
Our next Columbian H3 Trail is next Sunday, August 21st (Trail #638) and details will be provided in another email this week.
Keep your Hash shoes dry and I will see you on Trail and in the Circle. On On!
Bashful, Columbian H3 Religious Advisor