Puget sound hash

Run No. 588 Jan 18, 2003

Hares: Where’s Fucking Crazy Gallopin

It was a classic winter morning with the sun burning off the fog and light frost. I have to provide these meteorological observations since I was late arriving but not so late that Dim Sum’s Boxer still had some heat in it. We’re talking about his car here, you perverts.

Even with about a pound of flour worth of marks laid within 10 feet of my car, I managed to miss it and do a recky out the entrance. I drank for that later of course. Back to the start where I NOW saw the arrow. On On across Maple Valley and down and around and out to a storm water reserve where I saw my first check. I was actually kicking myself for bringing no cameras. The sun breaking through the trees was worthy of a Speilberg scene.

Unfortunately it only took one mark up the mini mountain to get me to climb up multiple levels of slip sliding leaves and mud although I was sure I could see that something had been along this trail. Well, eventually the light went ON, and I back tracked down down down to where I started and THEN saw a mark along the creek. ON ON

The next mile or so, and there is no true way to measure it or accurately describe the amount of energy consumed “getting through it” can only be described as a very long hippo wallow with your occasional river crossing to remind you what your shoes used to look like before taking three steps and being back deep in the shiggy again.

This was SHIGGY MADDNESS. My only regret was not seeing the pack run through. I heard that at first a few lame hounds tried to “walk around” the shiggy. HA! NO FUCKING WAY. There was no way around this shiggy. I could see this “wallow” of hashers and I tried to check out adjacent trail, but it was shiggy too. UP to your ASS SHIGGY. This shiggy was so deep it would have gobbled up some of our height challenged hashers.

All along this shiggy trail were old big ass maples with moss covering most of the bark and the sun’s steaming the moss and it looks like a scene out of some fucking jungle movie if it was only 60 degrees warmer. THIS WAS ONE MOTHER OF A GREAT RUN, well, at least for us artsy-fartsy types. And for the shiggymesisters among the hash, well it was pigs in heaven, or more accurately pigs up to their ass in shiggy.

I sadly left the shig behind as trail came out to a check, so graciously kicked out by our sweeping hare Gallopin. Trail wound through another small forest before breaking out to streets with Bunny Phu Phu taking up rear position. An impromptu beer check was held at former hasher Sir Gallahad who brough out some sort of low grade transmission fluid posing as beer.

We were off for another 15 min before the real beer check conviently located under a bridge and next to the river where we could see if we still had any resemblance of shoes on. Then it was on on back to the cars running along the gulf course for a long boring on In. But who cares. It was a great run, a classic PSHHH winter run with the sun shinning, the shiggy flowing, and the beer pouring.

Even though I hold the honor of haring the Run of the year 2003, These hares deserve to have their run up with the runs of the year 2003.

CONGRATULATIONS HARES. SHIGGYMEISTERS THAT YOU ARE

The circle was held in the parking lot next to the ball fields with Chilly Willy voicing his concerns for public observation of hash rituals. What? Is he running for Office or something???

So Sno Balls got a DD for missing the marks at the start and I suppose I shoul;d have been given the late cunners award but some ass is hoarding it.

Short Cummings got a dd for watching his new super computer watch throughout the whole run. Did not help him with the shiggy though.

Dim Sum was drinking a lot of DD’s but I forget what for. Gotta take notes. Gotta take notes. It may have been for passing around more porn from the French web sites.

Groper got one for pasing around computer photos of bare buns activities that apparently his wife had down loaded from his computer. BAD GROPER BAD GROPER.

RottnKok was drinking for some reason. I think it had to do with trying to avoid the shiggy at first. As can be attested to, HE WAS NOT SUCCESSFUL!

Lady Muff Diver got one for leaving all his shit at the hares house at the last run and for rolling down the side of the mtn we were on after he determined that he was still on flour. I was parallel to him going down and I was sure we were going to be making a splint to get him back to the start. He was lucky that all the major tree branches and logs he was busting through were rotten.

Little Prick got a DD for ALSO leaving shit at the hares last run.

ON ON ON was consummated at the CLASIC tavern nearby. Fucking Crazy whose birthday was being honored received a shit load of playboy tapes and other crap that hounds had been given recently at the Christmas exchange. And of course his favorite was the OZARK BANJO MASTERS

Compact disc.