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Early-arrivers cordoned off a corner of the bar area for hash use. This small space would soon expand and push all the mortals off to one side.

Apple Bobber remained at the altar and was congratulated on the (mostly) successful completion of his 69th hash with us. Good job, Apple, it only took 15 years!!

Christmas lights in the middle on January?!? Welcome to Santa Cruz!

The recently-restocked beer trough was a pleasant sight after the hideous concoctions provided us at the alcohol stops along trail.

And the hares...dBASED and Occasional Rapist. We may have started form The Castaways but it was THEY who became The Outcasts!

Twisted Fister and The Human Pube check out the chicks in the bar area. Gee, what a surprise!

The Virgins dutifully saluted the pack and made their down-downs disappear

Co-hares dBASED, Cuff My Muff and Occasional Rapist conspire and concoct their evil plans for our annual Picture Hash.

Hot Wheels is either tired from sitting throughout the entire hash or is checking for the latest updates to his favorite porn site

The pack pulls away from the same check for the THIRD time after discovering two completely uncalled for, not to mention too friggin' long, false trails.

Just Tim assumes the Position of Obedience in preparation for receiving the hash decision on his name.

Porter waits patiently while companion animal Broke Bench Mountain checks his messages one...last...time.

Occasional Rapist's new pup, Zion, wishes the hares had brought him a treat.

After a good 20 minutes of unsuccessfully sniffing for trail, we hare was given the one-finger salute in absentia and the pack headed on-in to the site for Religion.

As usual, the mortals present migrated to a safer clime leaving the pack in control of the field of battle.

Just Dan, Just Pauline and Dung-Fu Grip on-down a small hill hoping no poison oak is hiding in the bushes beside trail.

Just Dan speeds across the stream as Just Pauline searches for an easier way. In the background,Dung-Fu Grip prepares to launch himself across.

Kissing squirrels in the window at Nut Kreations attracted Thmp-Thmp. He was heard chattering with them.

Six of Nine tools along Lincoln Street. Is he really carrying a drink in his right hand?!?

One lone mortal,sitting on-right, ventured in. He kept his sunglasses on hoping he could pretend we weren't really there.

Just Jeremiah prepares for his naming ceremony. This is the last true smile we'd get from him tonight.

Here's our hare-pair, Pearl Necklace and Last Call Norm, cooling their heels before leaving Beer Check for a basketball game. No Religion for them tonight.

I bet the employees are told to take anything not nailed down in the building for the night. The chick on the left has a nice set of breasts!

Seems as if a number of people did not merely decide to disobey this sign but opted to damn near destroy it as well

CSI and TIMMY!,early in the beach section,step out smartly. Their fervor would soon wain though

Admittedly hashers frequently encounter difficulty counting but I guaran-effing-tee you there were not ANY springs on the trail we just hashed, let along SEVEN of them!!

The first check, a mere block from on-out, provided the laziest among us time for a break.

The moon's not overhead yet, we're doing fine on time assuming the DFL's are not completely friggin' lost-on-trail!

And the hares...Too Drunk To Fuck and Pussy Galore. They were universally condemned and sentenced to down-downs

Leaving the palm trees and the ravine behind, the clan snakes it's way on-down through a field.

The traditional slide show began with a tribute to our deceased kennel mate and former GM Last Call Norm. Farewell, Normie.

 

All manner of harriette were grouped: Buoy Boobs as visitor,Cuff My Muff and Occasional Rapist as co-hares,Deep Stroke as backslider and Princess because...I've forgotten

Co-hares Pink Cherry Licker and Fap Jack are joined by co-hare Dung-Fu Grip's housemates Antonia and Kevin who (foolishly) agreed to host Beer Check.

Virgin Tom and Summer's Yeast leave a check really happy trail did not on-up the hill in the background.

Diddler On The Roofie and Bacon Queef were punished for their back-sliding ways.

The lazy bastards that took the shuttle back downtown were beat by the walkers!

First hash or not, no instruction was necessary for virgins Justin and Mandy to know what to do with a down-down!

Muff and Boner arrive and assure him the person on the pedestrian bridge over Highway 1 is Surf City's Hash Flash

Unsuccessful in explaining his absence, Twinkle Tush returns to one thing he IS successful at:Drinking!!

Here are the last dregs of hash society that remained after Religion. Note Wicked Retahted cruising the bar sniffing for any leftover beer! Goodnight from Trail 858. May the Hash go in Peace.

Hashly Angelie Rodríguez Hernández

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Virgin Jess downs what we hope is the first of many down-downs in her hashing career.

Dog Breath was selected as the evening's Beer Fairy and he managed to find a way to drink as much as he poured!

Things went well for the hares until the pack asked a few questions. The expression on Occasional Rapist's face says it all!

Just one big happy family

No, your eyes do not deceive you, the beertendess has abandoned her post. She said she needed a shot after dealing with us for so long!

Shallow Hole and Twisted Fister take a break from swilling to let everyone know they're not completely looped before on-out

These hungry hounds get in the soup line before paying a visit to the bar. I fear their priorities have gone askew! Goodnight from Trail 825. May the Hash go in Peace.

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