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TIMMY takes the troops along the tracks towards the train trestle and encountered a well-placed check.
Phallus From Dallas and TIMMY are content to walk this section of trail. I see Bee Queefer has begun to shed layers of clothing as he heats up.
One of the first artifacts seen upon entering the area of first Beer Check was this altar. Many voiced the desire to fricassee our hare upon it had he been available!!
This is Vaginal Repair Kit's fix for a table rocking on an uneven floor. Do you want this clown working on YOUR home?!?
Past closing time? Not a problem. The employees tolerated us though I'm not sure if it was out of kindness, amusement or just plain fear! Goodnight from Trail 882. May the Hash go in Peace.
The pack stares intently at some strange markings at a check wondering, Are the hares jerking us around or are they simply drunk?!?
Hopefully, these guys will soon have squirreled-away sufficient funds to upgrade their Beer Wagon to something newer and with tap handles on the side!
Here's the Slosh Ball trophy. It will be carried to San Jose tomorrow for the resumption of our annual Slosh Ball game which has been on hiatus for the past few years.
Hugh Heifer weaves her weary way through a huge stack of fallen trees hoping not to fall and break a leg.
First Responders to the first annual Hash Springs event had the place to themselves. This was soon to change.
Both participants expressed undying love for each other and even went so far as to say the other was almost as important as beer to them!!
Broke Bench Mountain and Hangs Loose are sent away from the pack due to their loud, boisterous nature.
Yes, you're correct. Almost everyone in the bar area of the West End Tap Room is an imbibing hasher!
Here's the beertendress at this week's starting point, The Castaways. Wonder why a few harriers were hesitant to on-out?!?
LAH3's GM, Just Robbed, stopped in for a visit and his way back to the Southland. He complimented us by saying he felt we're all half-minds!
Hashers wait as the maitre d' consults with the owner as to whether or not to seat them in the upscale dining area
The pack discussed whether to even bother leaving the Crepe Place restaurant or just stay here and drink. As is usually does with hashers, poor judgement won, we headed on-out on trail.
Hooker On Kronix,Bitch has resurfaced after an absence from among us. When queried, she said she'd prefer NOT to fill us in on the details of her being away.
A pleasant view of quaint Scotts Valley. The mountain in the background is Loma Prieta. Twelve miles below was the epicenter of the 6.9 1989 earthquake.
TIMMY, Just Dan and Just Pauline surround co-hares Twisted Fister and The Human Pube to make sure they do not lay any more crappy trail.
Here's Sausage Sampler,Quad Cities H3, around the Illinois-Iowa border on the Mississippi River. And this guy is one big river rat too!
Beer Check was well-attended (as usual!) and a welcome sight after the mud-slicked hills and dark, puddle-filled alleys.
Remember being told Hugh Heifer was acting weird tonight? Well, while we ate and drank,she did THIS! Goodnight from Trail 766. May the Hash go in Peace.
TIMMY provided the fire pot and Dung-Fu Grip brought his fire stick. I think we'll see him waving his long thing around after Religion.
Apple Bobber, Thmp-Thmp and Hugh Heifer on-down the darkened street beside the Museum of Natural History happy after their visit with the mai tai jar at Liquor Check.
Shallow Hole and Dung-Fu Grip were chided for setting off the burglar alarm at Beer Check and Courtesy Flush's abode. Courtesy Flush wonders if the manager is going to kick him out.
Old-timers will remember New Kids On My Cock. He refused to hash a TIMMY trail though. We have, however, now found someone taller than Dung-Fu Grip!
Just Shane, Pink Cherry Licker, Shallow Hole and TIMMY view a GPS device trying to outguess the hares.
On-on-on was back at Tampico. Not much eating going on but there was plenty of drinkin' to make up for it! Good-night from Trail 852. May the Hash go in Peace.
The Human Pube lowers himself to the level of the bottle to see what he's going to stick into his maw THIS time!!
And the hares...Princess Di(arrhea) and Thmp-Thmp.Their so-short-you-can-walk-it-trail was deemed so poorly marked, length did not matter!
On the other hand, here we have Virgin Mary Kate who does not appear embarrassed at all to continue swilling ale as if she's dying of thirst!
In one more day,the sand of Seabright Beach will not be visible,it will be covered with tourists invading the Cruz for the Fourth of July holiday
If you're thinking it appears the entire bar area is being consumed by hashers, you'd be 100% correct!! (Hash Flash says proudly!)