Other than being a bit tit bit nipply outside, the day was perfect for hashing. We had somewhere near or over 30 hashers in attendance, to include a traveling group of GCH3 hashers. NFHN Sam and CSI hared the trail and this was a first hared trail for NFHN Sam. Upon finally circling coherently at the beginning, NFHN Sam and I explained the ruled of “NFHN Sam’s Pink Fun Box.” The box was to be placed somewhere on trail and each hasher had to remove a slip of paper from the box and perform what it said, without reading it aloud to anyone. The trail began with asphalt which included many intersections, most of which only had hash in one direction. After a short time on the roads, the trail took everyone through one apartment complex to eventually cross a downed chain link fence, and then through an adjacent complex. Eventually, we were across what most people would call civilization and into the deep dark woods. Well, it was actually deep into the woods, as it was only about 30 feet from the road, and it was also still daylight….not dark. The wooded, marked trail went for a short distance until the beer check was found. Then after joyous fellowship and nectar sharing in the “deep dark woods,” everyone was up the hill and hashing again. Again, on the road for a short distance and then back into the woods. At this point, I had heard that at least one hasher (Gladiater), stayed on the road until he found the crippled hashers near the B location….and that’s why Gladiater refers to himself as a DC Road Whore.
The terrain in the “deep dark woods” was very pleasant and ever-changing, and definitely a bitch at times. There was thick shiggy, some trails, hills, valleys, sliding on your ass spots, fields, railroad tracks, and a fuckin train to top it all off. As NFHN Sam and I were nearing the end of our trail laying, we spot Spew from the Pew approaching from behind, and he was booking ass. So we immediately began r*nning again and went straight up hill, finding a clay drop off that was scaled very quickly. NFHN Sam dropped, I mean strategically placed, the Pink Box for the hashers and I made the ON-IN so we would not get snared. Way to go Spew, but better luck next time!!! After everyone finally showed up, circle was led by none other than our RA, Red Hot Pecker Pocket. The hares came out, sang, drank, and were merry with all. The usual actions were taken, to include the accusations of the half pack of hashers who skipped a lot of the trail towards the end. At least most of them had the opportunity to enjoy NFHN Sam’s gift on trail of Old Crow Kentucky Bourbon. I can’t imagine why half of a gallon bottle was left after trail….haha.
Can I F*ck Your Sister and Lubricunt, the Hashmaster and RA of GCH3, both received their 25 hash bandana from Survivor. They are be-cumming quite the regulars with us, and we like it. Red Hot Pecker Pocket was also congratulated on her 75th hash trail. The circle finally, after what seemed forever, came to an end with the naming of NFHN Sam and NFHN Eric. Several questions were asked and stories came to light, but they were finally named as Martha Screwhurt and Creams Do Cum True. Be sure to ask them in person about the meanings of their names!!
On-On….CSI