It was a beautiful sunny day in January. Cold – yes, but it could have so much colder. There was a gathering of hale and hearty hashers in downtown Canton. Wait…does Canton have a downtown? I’ll try again. There was a gathering of hale and hearty hashers in the vaguely defined suburban area called “Canton”. This was hash #1061, or there abouts of the Great Lakes H3. Or, as we like to call them, “Lansing” There were Lansing hashers, Motown…
Well, once again we had a hash on an almost perfect fall day. Your hares were in abundance – Slip’n Ride, Mother Inferior, Whip It Out, Service Dog? and Special guest hare – Backstage Ass. We circled up at Maryfield Wildwood park, looking fine in our Halloween costumes. The hares were off and away giving a brief tour of the ravines making up the path of the murdered Allen Creek. FWB beer and shots were absconded with. Were we becoming…
Hares: I’d Do Normal Cockwell, Whip It Out Pack: Yes , there was a contingent of hashers and at least couple of virgins. I believe most of them signed the Book of Presence. It was just a fantastic fall day. Almost too nice to hash. Almost I say, because there was a hash. A contingent of about 15 hashers and virgins gathered at Hunt Park in Ann Arbor for the last-minute themed and last-minute planned Plaidurday Hash. After a brief…
The hash started off well with an email from a hare informing everyone that the on-after bar was closing early and we would have to make a new plan. Oh well. We all showed up to enjoy an odd situation where we sold our firstborn child and then got a wristband that allowed us to pour our own beer for the pre-lube. It was extremely hot at circle and shirts were removed and insults hurled. The hares, led by Just…