Maple Hash Trash – Run #1742 – 4/23/23 SO, there we were. After a string of bad luck weather for all of his (or our) harings, Banjo was in greater luck this time – we had a beautiful day for a hash. After braving a 4yr old bday party, leaving before cake was served, and unabashedly leaving the angry dessert-barren children with my mother, I headed on down to Maybury State Park to pick up Banjo at the BN after some walker trail pre-layings….
In spite of all of your worry last night went okThat man just threw his money up and ran awayDid we get arrested? No we did notWe didn’t shoot anyone, we didn’t get shotWe didn’t hurt anyone, at least not a lotAnd we got what we wanted. We got what we wanted! Which I imagine is what any hares worth their salt would say to each other after a hash. If I were a decent hare I would know, but…
Motown Invades Hotown 12/7 – 12/11 Houston was getting crowded. TMI and Just Andrew (more on that later) arrived on Wednesday. VaGiant and Backstage arrived on Thursday. Of course, the real run started on Friday when Whip arrived. After sending me a pic of my arriving flight Goose picked me up at the IHA and took me to a nearby brewery with some good sours. Most of the rest of the crew were there already and several drinks in. VaGiant…
Spank Here! This is most certainly, probably, the latest submission of a hash trash ever. Maybe. So there I was. I left Linden at the early hour of it’s-too-f#cking-early to drop Sleeping Pukey off for his FIRST Marat#on. What a dummy. Now – how do I get to the Dequindre Cut parking lot so I can start laying this teeny-tiny trail to our Freep Beer C#eck Marathon on-start? I thought I found a way that would get me there in…
So there I was on a windy, cold, drizzly Monday evening in Hamtramck. A place named after a French guy who got drunk and left an “a” out if his name when he was signing his bar tab and was too embarrassed to admit the mistake. There was a small group of hashers there when I pulled into the stadium parking lot. We had Hairy Squatter, a guy in a Unabomber hoodie who turned out to be Show and Tell, Cock…
Hash Trash: Hot Person (Not) Interhash 2022 Well well well, there was a hash last weekend. A big hash! It wasn’t interhash, but it was… close enough. We gathered at the extremely hospitable (too hospitable???) Red Roof Inn in adorable Lake Orion for a weekend of revelry, r#nning, and… other things too, for some people. Folks started the pre-lube early Friday afternoon and Scottish, Slurpee and others enjoyed free beers purchased for them because someone’s wife died? Sounded sad to…
There was a hash today!Unfortunately, Gutter Guzzler is departing MOA2H3 to go live with his grandpa (???), so he threw a hash in the hellscape that is the ex-urban north-Novi/M-5 corridor. Hashers arrived in the department store-sized parking lot of “Uptown Grille” and drove all the way to the back to commence Circle. A suspicious lack of example marks made some of us question the legitimacy of everything from the get-go, but we set off on trail anyway. Trail was well-laid and easy to follow,…
Hash Trash 22 Jan 2022, # 1702 or something like that. We need hares – see message sent earlier today by Cox today Interested in going to Trinidad for World Interhash in April? I have a rego for sale. Cheap. In honor of Burns Night, also mentioned by Cox, let me share my favorite poem by The Heaven Sent Ploughman, or rather, the only one I can recite after having more than a few wee drams: Oor Gudewife’s Sae Modest…
It was a beautiful day for a hash. Sunny and almost above freezing. The pack gathered, had chalk talk and then we were away. And then Dung Shit showed up and we were away again. Trail started out with longish falses for the runners and walkers much. After that is was zigging and zagging on the streets of Canton with the occasional bit of shiggy-ish bit and plenty of ice to test your balance. True to his word, for once,…
Hash Trash 08Jan2022, First Official Hash of the Year 2022 (or more accurately, 2020 3.0), Run #1706 Yeah, yeah….I’m late with submitting hash trash. But those of you who know me – me being late?? – that’s right on par! So, we had a hash, and temperature was a balmy 27deg with virtually no sun to be seen. I pull up in my grocery-getter pick-up to find 7 hashers, 4 of which turned out to be the hares. Backstage Ass…