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!!

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

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!

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.

The only mortals in the immediate vicinity moved to the far end of the room!

Banana Basher was honored as our Founder and given a red cup of candy for his efforts. A red cup of BEER would have been far more appropriate I dare say!

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

Hash View Point. Oxford H3 Run 587, The Lions, Bledlow.

This picture was taken right here at the Mediterranean circa 1958. These four pool sharks soon hung up their sticks for the last time and reputedly went on to bigger and better things as the old saying goes.

Wicked Retahted grabs a beer and runs the gauntlet of hashers trying to keep it to himself

Co-GM Thmp-Thmp delivers the Chalk Talk to Virgin Marit and her canine chaperone. Only the three letters in the lower right would prove of value to her on THIS trail!

First-arrivers to on-on-on strapped the feed bag on immediately and began munching and gnawing on bones.

As usual, most mortals leave when the pack arrives giving us unfettered run of the entire bar! Ain't it great?!?

TIMMY, Just Frank and Thmp-Thmp wisely wait for the traffic signal to change on Soquel Avenue. Actually though, they're just tired and are surreptitiously taking a breather.

dBASED downs his congratulatory down-down after Religious Adviser TIMMY appoints him Beer Fairy.

Bloody Wanker hopes invoking the power of the mantra 'om' will gird him for the forthcoming struggle with this trail. He was, well, less than successful shall we term it!!

dBASED received the award for Hasher Most Deserving of a Weekly Award

Shiny Snail Trail and TIMMY!!! wander aimlessly along a deserted road truly hoping this is not another of dBASED's infamous false trails.

TIMMY, Pink Cherry Licker and Fap Jack take advantage of a very casual trail to walk as much as possible.

On-on-on was across the street from Religion at the Reef bar which also contains Pono Hawaiian Grill. Hmmm. Strange symbiotic relationship going on there.

Co-hare Twisted Fister is confronted by Bacon Queef and reminded how crappy his last trail was.

Tiny Whiny Bitch is 'assisted' on-down the stairs by his dog

These people wisely stayed home tonight and did their drinking here. If they didn't like the people who knocked on their door, they just didn't open it!

Accuprick, Transcuntnanal, TIMMY and Thmp-Thmp are content to walk what they dearly hope is the final leg of this pick-up hare hash.

Only the most hard-core and/or disoriented remain. Good-bye from Trail 866, Saturday Wharf to Barf.

Hangs Loose is expertly dragged along trail by Butters, his Golden Retriever puppy who has far more energy than Hangs Loose EVER did.

Bacon Queef powers away from a point of confusion on the river levee. This still does not mean she's right though.

TIMMY and Just Jeff have found a reason to be thankful for the current drought: No water in Valencia Creek this year!

This is Virgin Ciarra wearing a smile. Let's see what she looks like after this trail is over

Either the owner of this tree has been target-practicing with his shotgun or this area is home to some large and plentiful woodpeckers!!

After pawning his camera off on a friend,Puff enjoys a rare moment of not being Hash Flash

Jacquie and Deep Strok simply HAD to stop at a yard sale along trail. You'll be introduced to their acquired item when we return to The Rush Inn. Prepare yourselves

Here we see a couple lazy bastards auto-hasing to on-on-on. Worse yet, trail lasted so long the kitchen was closed so we called it a night and headed home. Goodnight from Trail 831. May the Hash go in Peace.

Here's Virgin Jessalynn being welcomed to the hash. Things were still going weel for her at this point in time. However...

Thmp-Thmp, Just Steve and Just Lori begin to verbally abuse co-hares Fucked-Over Fest and Twisted Fister. Thank you!

See what the sign says? See the car that almost ran into the sign? I'd say there's no further caption needed

Just Maureen kneels to learn the name she has been sentenced to carry for the remainder of her hashing career.

Virgins JP and Maggie are counseled about Religion by their sponsor Twat Did You Say? while Dog Breath prepares to nibble on her nipple, or at least so it appears!

Liquor Check is where the hare-pair split up the Turkeys and Eagles. The Eagle trail proved to be longer than anticipated.

Just beyond the fence at the rear of the garden area, remnants of the slide caused by the '89 earthquake are still evident.

No one has been able to determine why this double-decker hamburger sports a set of wings.

Circleup for Religion looked more like a police lineup!

This is Ruby Rod, one of the surviving members of the short-lived but debaucherous Beer Trollers H3. Now retired, he spends his days trolling for cheap beer.

Hairy Fuck 2.5 takes a draw off the bottle of Olde English 800 left for the pack by the hare. This ploy isn't as much to slow us down as it is to make us sick!