This is Hot Wheels and Last Call Norm. Norm has just refused Hot Wheels ask for a sip of her beer

First to be condemned was Deep Stroke. She will soon be leaving town in her thirty-plus year old motorhome for parts unknown. This is a good picture of her...her face is covered

Taqueria Los Pericos is almost completely commandeered by the pack. Goodnight from Trail 808. May the Hash go in Peace.

Enzo finally completed his fifth hash and was christened Toilet Baby for his hash moniker.

I do not mind fish hook checks....as long as I'm not a FRB at the time!

This harriette appears to have received a heck of a lot of wrapping paper for her gift during the Tacky Gift Exchange. That would be rather rude, wouldn't it?!?

Trancuntnanal, Princess Di(arrhea), Dog Breath and Courtesy Flush were busted on trump-up charges and sentenced to Gorilla down-downs

Mother's Little Felcher keeps daughter Brooke close and has hired Hugh Heifer to keep watch on her as well. Pay Hugh with beer and she'll do (almost) anything for you!

Broke Bench Mountain and Cuff My Muff were among the first to vist with the RA this evening

Feeding time at the zoo, watch as the animals strap the feedbag on

Captain Jack Swallows, Cumz Out My Nose and Dr. Nappy-Headed 'Ho were chided for not hashing trail but walking directly to Beer Check.

Cuff My Muff was Grand Inquisitor tonight, AKA 'Religious Adviser'.

Well, here we are at Riverside Lighting for our annual Lamp Shade Hash group photo. A woman passing by volunteered to take the shot for us.

When hashers become more interested in food than drink,it's time for Hash Flash to put the camera away. Goodnight from Trail 582. May the hash go in Peace

As the money supply begins to dwindle, the number of hashers begins to drop. Gee, what a surprise!

Callahan's begins to fill with 'shady' characters as hares-out time approaches.

And the hares... Thmp-Thmp and Accuprick. This trail wasn't all green but it made many of us turn green with illness.

Steamy Baanorrhea was appointed the evening's Beer Fairy

Fap Jack and Pink Cherry Licker move their table to join the party here at Point A, Santa Cruz Mountain Brewery.

The first check an the corner of Cooper and Front streets turned into a social event as we had difficulty solving it.

Here we see Shallow Hole in hot pursuit of Virgin Alex. Wonder what she'll do when she catches him?!?

Wily (lazy?) hashers, such as your Hash Flash, opted to take the elevated trail above the tracks rather than continue risking bodily injury!

How can Just Lori hash this entire trail and shows no signs of perspiring at all? Did she walk the entire thing or what?!?

dBASED, Fap Jack, Just Mike and Thmp-Thmp were punished for blowing through the last check and arriving at Beer Check from the wrong direction.

Liquor Check beside the tracks near the trail tunnel under Mission Hill, quite appropriate for hashers I dare say. See Deadliest Snatch 'standing watch' for coppers? Where could we POSSIBLY run?!?

Of no intrinsic value to a Hash, just somewhat picturesque.

Short-cutter Thmp-Thmp blamed this offense on Enzo the dog. He said he was merely following the hound in front of him.

TIMMY! would lay a circle-jerk around this church. That's as close to a church as he wishes to get.

While it may appear someone has detonated a low-yield nuclear device on Lighthouse Field, it's merely the sun signing off on October 8th, 2015.

As long as the bar is open, we see no reason to waste valuable drinking time playing pool!

For the second consecutive week, Dog Breath slurped from his dog bowl for making a lame down-down nomination.

Oh great! Fireball cinnamon-flavored whiskey. I'd rather drink out of the stream we just crossed!

TIMMY begins the dreary task of announcing the election results for Mismanagement. By virtue of the fact there was only one 'candidate' per job, this process went very quickly!!

Religious Adviser Accuprick stares in disbelief as Moose Turd Pie hijacks Religion from right under his nose. This earned him a punitive down-down.

Just Tim is able to laugh in the face of derision as his forever-name is announced. (Drum roll, please)

The pack sniffed around but found nothing of any value here!

Now here's a first, a surfer racing an outrigger! I guess he's hoping they run aground before the finish line.

Puff the Magic Drag Queen takes a breather. It's hell getting old, isn't it, Puff?

Hounds drifted into Beer Check in groups of one and two. Everyone paired up in hopes our resident mountain lions would seek easier prey.

Fap Jack and Banana Basher are congratulated for snaring the hares.

A very expensive, multi-year restoration of this Beach Hill home netted stunning results for it's owner.

Beer Check was (illegally) held at the back of Twin Lakes Park on 7th Avenue. It's very rare to see Fap Jack without one (or BOTH) front paws curled around a beer!

The Turkeys got first choice of beers. The poor Eagles were still somewhere on the top of the mountain.

I never found out if The Arabian Goggler and Ska-Skank Redemption are mugging for the camera or if something Dung-Fu Grip is saying they find funny.

Dog Breath was spotted drinking a girl drink

Yes, almost all of the bar area was consumed by hashers. Not an uncommon occurrence though I dare say!

Co-hares and mortal-life partners Princess Di(arrhea) and Thmp-Thmp delivered their usual unsatisfying version of Instructions of Trail.

Just Andrew's smile became a little smaller when his hash name was announced.