And the hares...Twisted Fister, Pink Cherry Licker and Shallow Hole, now known as the Trifuckta of Hares!

Speaking of 'Children must play', here we see Cuff My Muff, Deep Stroke and Occasional Rapist attacking a sprinkler in a park. Luckily, there were no attendants around to cart them off to jail

Just Marna and Schlong Division were chided for not drinking at either of the Gorilla Beer Checks.

A great debate ensued Religions as to where on-on-on would be held. I give up! Goodnight from Trail 794. May the Hash go in Peace.

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.

Last week we had a Westside peace sign, this week we found one on the Eastside. Must be a lot of retired hippies in town.

Hugh Heifer and Under Mother Fucker tool along busy Branciforte Drive as if there's not a car for a hundred miles. Now you know what Under Mother Fucker looks like without his chicken suit.

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

TIMMY was congratulated on his recent birthday and asked how much longer he thought he'll be able to hash!!

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'!

Sadly, this is the best we could do for a hare-snare today! Note the poison oak lurking in the background, the sneaky bastards!

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

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!

Just Stephanie stands atop the gravel pile/altar only to be informed she is so dreary the pack could not come up with a name and as such has tabled the effort until next week.

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 beginning of a perfect triple-set

We do hash run at capt'n gregg every sunday. different people you meet. and exciting adventure.

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

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?!?

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.

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!

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!

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

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

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

Hash Games. Milton Keynes H3, Oxford H3, and Cambridge H3 Joint Run. The Cross Keys, Milton Keynes, 6 June 2010.

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.