From the desk of Slip’N Ride Looking ahead at the calendar for a date where both the calendar and I were open (lol), I found the lovely Sunday, February 22, and claimed the date to hare. Determined to undo my reputation of being a lazy and shitty hare, I thought long and hard (heh heh) about trail and planned it in advance, even printing out maps to follow. I was delighted when Harry Squatter offered to be my walker hare….
It was a great day for a hash. We had walker harriers beeline to the Bar to celebrate their victory. The Runner hare was not as lucky. The pack had a late start but the trail was flat with one FRB before turkey/eagle split. Eagle was the choice, am told. Shiggie was short and tall. The hounds were back on familiar city footing within minutes. But, not for long. Onto the Train, SBC, Shiggy, The water crossing (attempt) and finally…
For the handful of you that are on the edge of your seats asking yourself “Cock Lobster, how did the beer mile end?? Did you win? You’ve always been my favorite hasher and if you were into dudes we could go live our best life in Puerta Vallarta. I’ll be Gopher and you can be Captain Steubing” to which I would reply, first off, calm down Cakehole, but never say never. Memories are already hazy but the wearer of the…
no one was there to tell us what to do,so we followed ditch’s request,we said, the hash must go on. whomever may have gathered at the house of the grinders of meat,listened to the instructions. some of the instructions were clear. some of the instructions were followed.the weather was clear.some of the minds were clear also,perhaps? the virgins looked perplexed,the hares attempted to set expectations.they may have failed? so we set out, and they followed. there was a return, of sorts,…
I’d like to open this email with a public apology to Whip for not getting this out last night as demanded. To be honest, I was exhausted because all the hounds were on our ASSES for the entire duration of trail. Anyway. It was a lovely day in beautiful Ann Arbor, Michigan and a nice group gathered at Island Park to celebrate a last-minute trail. Rumpleforeskin was late because he was watching porn or his wife was talking to him;…
WELL WELL WELL we had a hash today! A virgin hare decided to pop his cherry and lay trail on what turned out to be a beautiful spring day in Ann Arbor. Some might say it was TOO BEAUTIFUL! Roundabout 20 of us gathered at *new location* Lockett Park for the on-start. Unfortunately, the hares were nowhere to be found because they were still busily attempting to pre-lay walker trail, which turned out not to matter because the walkers just…
WELL WELL WELL THERE WE WERE… at the Northville Planet Fitness parking lot. I personally admit I expected more trouble as I don’t picture Northville fitness enthusiasts as “let them” type of people, but the hash gathered peacefully without any harassment from the locals. We had a nice turnout of about 20 (?) hashers, including one virgin, and sleeves were duly sliced with Cox’s knife and ripped off violently by Banjo. Hopefully no one wore anything they liked too much!…
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…
There was a hash today! Despite the rain, a fair number (10) of enthused hashers came out for the on-start at Hunt Park. Not Whip, though, he had to come late because he had to poop. And this is true! Luckily we could all confirm that things came out nice and clean when he showed us his butt per tradition at the conclusion circle. Anyway, enough of that. The hare (me) set off in the pouring rain to lay some…
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…