Waxi-Pad traipses a terrible trail through the cemetery. He didn't even know cemeteries HAD areas like this!!

Check solved, TIMMY takes off heading on-up Mora, most likely headed to Mission Hill. Why do hares persist in taking us onto Holy Ground?!?

And the hares...TIMMY and Fap Jack. You've seen the pictures, you've seen Jizziki rant; I don't need to tell you what the pack had to say about this trail!

Here's the menu at Aptos Street Barbeque and they're not joking when they say many things ell out each day.

Beer Check coagulated the clan at a spot that had no redeeming scenic value other than a beer-filled cooler. In essence, I guess that's enough for hashers though.

Hashers confer in circle-up making sure all their accoutrements are appropriately situated

Religion was back at the abode of Occasional Rapist and dBASED. Here we see hashers trying to cypher out what Occasional Rapist has concocted for our dining pleasure.

This is one of the few times in recent memory TIMMY has actually taken the 'straight and narrow'!

Hugh Heifer tries to fit into the picture by giving her impression of a bird, possibly a Shit Bird in her case.

Just Frank and dBASED, believing Beer Check near, power along Capitola Road. Both were soon to be disappointed about that Beer Check thing though!

Hugh Heifer takes the time to divest her shoes of five pounds of California beach sand!!

Shallow Hole, Diddler On The Roofie and Dog Breath head on-up a hill and are soon to discover false trail markings

Hare-pair Too Drunk To Fuck and Pussy Galore refused to answer all inquiries from TIMMY

Look at these harriettes lining up,all wanting the biggest weenie they could find!! Goodnight from trail 750. Happy Independence Day from Surf City H3. May the Hash go in Peace.

Dog Breath easily handles the second crossing of Aptos Creek. How long will his luck hold out though?

Here is where the Live Music part of their outdoor sign is realized. Must not be a very lively band!

Twat Did You Say? leads the litter on-out setting a brisk pace. No one cared.

Even Cuff My Muff tries to avoid the vile concoction after it drains from Shallow Hole's malodorous sock

The only thing missing from this portal was the three-headed dog, Cerberus

The beginning of a perfect triple-set

For successfully fulfilling the toughest and most important hash job, Beer Meister, Hugh Heifer was awarded her own down-down.

Those of you that attended Wharf to Barf in 2012 will remember Saturday's guest of dishonor, Psycho-Baby. After his guest appearance, Psycho-Baby returned back home here to The Jury Room and has not been allowed to leave since..

Beer Check was behind Bangkok West restaurant which made for a number of nervous employees!!

For the second consecutive week, Wicked Retahted was congratulated on being able to remember a hash song!

Jizziki thinks if he stands apart from the pack he will not be tossed out when the rest of us are. He has tried this ploy beofre and it failed then as well.

Next door to the start at Whale City Bakery Bar and Grill was Jim Lewin and Edge of the West. Jim has spent time with Leftover Salmon, Lacy J. Dalton and Peter Rowan. Most Excellent!

The Old West is the theme around here. Thankfully, the Winchester rifles have been moved to a more secure location. Note the sign in the lower left-hand corner: If you drink or use, do not drive! Use? Use what, I wonder!

Co-hares Shallow Hole and Twisted Fister, plus faithful canine companion Toilet Baby, act at little overconfident as they pose for a photo before on-out.

A block away from the bar, we left our toy haul at Redz, the hair care salon owner by Summer's Yeast.

As is our preference, the mob coagulates in one corner. At Brady's that's mainly for safety's sake!

Virgin Jeremiah's soliloquy culminated with the dropping of his pants! Sorry, harriettes, Puff ain't taking pictures of THAT kinda stuff!!!

Shawn flashed his breast but such was rejected and he,too,came up with a lame joke

We're nor firmly ensconced on the second floor of 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall. Luckily for us, owner Mia has already fled the scene. After seeing us in togas last night, she may not wish to have the kind of publicity the hash brings!

The first official down-down of Daddy's White Sauce. Goodnight from St. Patrick's Day Hash 568. May the Hash go in Peace

Virgin Kenyon and Just Jamie listen as Princess Di(arrhea) gives them the Chalk Talk. Both appear far more interested in their beers!

Co-hare Twisted Fister listens as co-GM Thmp-Thmp says, Time for hares-out, piss-off you wankers!!

How many hashers does it take to load a half-empty keg?!?

The 'exit' off the deck overlooking Aptos Creek is too steep even for THIS hare-pair!

TIMMY consults his GPS for possible routes the hare-pair may have taken from this check.

We're about to enter DeLaveaga Disc Golf Course. Eagles must find basket 23 to pick up trail again, Turkeys basket 1. It appears Under Mother Fucker does not see any humor in this ploy!!

Oh, yes! The Society for Creative Anachronisms is practicing their sword-wielding skills on the top floor of the River Street parking structure as they do every Thursday.

Pussy Galore, Goldicocks, Just Kyrie and Goat Blower huddle together hoping the old adage,'There's safety in numbers' is true in this situation

Cuff My Muff was punished for letting Nipple Butt leave a 'present' on trail for those that come behind us

Here are our four non-runners for the evening: Canadian Penny Slut and Leg Over who lost trail somewhere, Rod Lover and Cuff My Muff who showed up only for Religion

Virgin Julie listens as RA Accuprick outlines her options for Joke, Song or Body Part. Sorry, harriers, Julie dropped a joke on us.

The entrance to Beer Check was password protected. Geez, aren't we carrying this techie thing a little too far around here?

Here's TIMMY christening his 50th haring reward, an UNBREAKABLE martini glass.

There was little information relayed during Instructions of Trail by hare-pair Dung-Fu Grip and Ho To Housewife mainly because the rain changed trail logistics.

With the exception of the always-rude Twisted Fister, on-out was the usual lazy affair.