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.

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.

Daniel opted for a joke and a quick 'half-moon' for the harriettes.

If you're thinking it looks like the entire bar area is nothing but hashers, you're correct. What mortals would wish to hang with us anyway?!?

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

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!

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

How has QR Chode(still smiling of course) managed to keep a beer in hand after a trail like this?!?

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

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!

Steamy Baanorhea,Stub Rub and Six of Nine band together for safety's sake on a dark stretch of trail.

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

If we didn't know she'd like it so much, we'd change Hugh Heifer's name to Dirty Hippie!

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

I'm not sure whether Jacquie and Deep Stroke really like their smurf or they just figure that's all the loving they're going to get tonight!

After a few rounds, on-on-on became typically boisterous! Good night from Trail 797. May the Hash go in Peace.

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.

Cumcerto and Accuprick pull away from a check slowly knowing the only exit from this street is Moore Creek Preserve meaning at least another mile of trail remains.

The herd skirted the edge of Anna Jean Cummings Park. This park is colloquially called.....

Whistle laughs saying, Trails can't get much worse than this one was!!!

Here's Can'd H3's Ghetto Man. He likes to arrive late hoping to avoid being snared by Hash Cash. He always, however, seems to be able to find Beer Check!

Sunday Semen was joined by Dog Breath who could not bear to see anyone else drink from his 'dog dish'.

This should have read 'Tipsy Jig'!

Religious Adviser Dung-Fu Grip awards down-downs to Thmp-Thmp and Hugh Heifer for wearing their Happi Coats on a really hot day.

Here's TIMMY pretending to enjoy trail though we all know he's ready to wring the hare's scrawny neck by now!

Here's Six explaining how he got back to California from Texas. Male prostitution was the general consensus!

Let's lay trail along a road with no sidewalk AND around a blind curve too. This is a excellent example of Darwin's Law of Survival of the Fittest being put to a practical application.

Nothing left but rabble-rousing hashers as the evening draws to a close! Goodnight from Trail 814. May the Hash go in Peace.

Just Christina, Hugh Heifer and Dung-Fu Grip were convicted if chivalry on-trail. All three helped kennel mates even more half-minded than themselves! No good deed goes unpunished at the hash.

Dung-Fu Grip stares at trail marking chalk like he's never seen the stuff before. Twisted Fister gets a chuckle while Thmp-Thmp reminds him he doesn't know how to use the stuff anyway!

Muff informs Tiny Whiny Bitch that if he does not like martinis,he may give his to her. Note Ralph trying to hide from Hash Flash

A check on a sewer cover seems appropriate for this hare-pair. S-h-i-t-t-t-y T-r-a-i-l !!

Virgins Cody and Brian stand guarding a check. They have caught on very quickly!