SHHH Hash Trash #15

{ March 21, 2010 @ 3:28 pm } · { Uncategorized }

The Deja Vu Hash

Hares:  Judas and Nantucket Sleighride

In attendance:  Drama, Cockeyed, Rub a Dub Chub, Snowball Angel, Fetal Position, NN Kevin (Virgin)

Today’s trail was a do over from SHHH #13  when we were snowed out and driven back by the cold.  Driven straight to the pub, but driven off of trail nonetheless…but I digress.  Judas and Nantucket started Round #2 at the Polo Fields in Northeast Columbia.  After an interesting chalk talk (including the phrase…’disregard all flour markings’…yes that actually happened) the hares stayed back and let the pack take off into the woods.  We quickly realized why we should disregard flour markings as it seems that someone had scouted the same area earlier in the day and had laid a flour trail on top of their trail…interesting, very interesting.  But, we continued on.  Through the shiggy, across the stream, past the homeless camp, up the hill, over the fallen trees…to the first beer stop…hooray!  The hares eventually caught up with us, and we all settled in for some PBR and a story.  =)  Everyone went around and explained their hash names to NNKevin – and as always – no explanation was needed when it got to be DQB’s turn.  Why is that I wonder?  =)

We set off again deeper into the woods beyond Polo and came to a fork in the road.  Rub-a-dub shot off into the distance in one direction, Fetal and Snowball in the other, and Cockeyed, Drama, and NNKevin hung back to assess the situation.  Unfortunately for the slow members of the group, both directions seemed to converge at the second beer stop…so off we went.  Cockeyed and Drama once again found empty liquor bottles on trail (we swear they were there when we arrived) and had an impromptu photo session.  NNKevin helped the ladies over the hill and we all grabbed several beers and sat down for Beer Stop #2.  NNKevin provided us with a very accurate depiction of how his dog reacts when he comes home from work.  Needless to say…that image will haunt us forever.  After we polished off the remaining drinks we worked our way back to the start.  Due to the large number of families inhabiting the polo fields in the late afternoon, we moved circle to a less traveled part of the park.  Violations were announced, songs were sung, and virgins were demoralized.

We adjourned to the Puddlin’ Duck for some Irish Whiskey and Magner’s. 

So let it be said, So let it be written.

ON-ON  DRAMA