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Co-hare Randi Bambi is on his 3rd beer when this was taken. Such does not bode well for a successful trail.
This harrier smiled broadly while opening his gift during the Tacky Gift Exchange.I guess some people are easy to please.
First you're schooled as a soccer player and then you go to dog school to become an soccer hooligan!
Co-hares Fucked-Over Fest and Twisted Fister spewed a pack of lies for Instructions of Trail. We'll remeber this come Religion time.
When asked his opinion of the hill he'd just climbed, Mother's Little Felcher was a man of few words!
The waitperson is giving Pixie and Pussy Toupee her sales pitch about Seabright Brewery's 'Award-Winning Fires'. It worked, they bought!
Co-hare Shallow Hole delivers Instructions of Trail. For some reason, she neglected to mention trail would be not only too hot but too damn long as well.
Moose Knuckle and Vince try to ignore Banana Basher's childishness as he welcomes hashers to Hash 597
It makes me nervous when the Scribe smiles at me. It makes me think I've done something really stupid and she's going to put it in the Trash! Goodnight from Trail 688. May the hash go in Peace
Hey, Mr. Wiggly, what are those white things hanging out of your dress? Oh, sorry. They're your legs!!! Get much sun down there in Monterey?!?
Here we see Just Kassie. Kassie has been called to the altar by fellow Massachusettsian Accuprick. Guess those blue-blood Yankees have to stick together!
Co-hare Dung-Fu Grip felt confident enough with his lead time on the Eagle Trail to add an artistic flair to this check on the pedestrian bridge over the San Lorenzo River.
There must be a high number of squirrels in this area. Well, either that or they're just really slow and stupid!
I'm certain the employess here at Upper Crust Pizza were looking forward to closing soon, NOT hosting on-on-on for the hash!!
These three women left for a while, found and ATM and came back swill more. They seem to have picked up an 'admirer' along the way too!
A brightly-attired Occasional Rapist utilizes Technology on Trail to attempt to ascertain the direction (current) husband and hare dBASED will take us. Rapist, do not try and apply logic to an ILLOGICAL man!!
Speaking of Sky Park, here's a mural saluting it's beginning as an airport, of sorts anyway, on the side of the Scotts Valley Library which began it's life as a skating rink. Ask Princess Di(arrhea) for gory details of her days at the dinky rink!
Hash Circle. Milton Keynes H3, Oxford H3, and Cambridge H3 Joint Run. The Cross Keys, Milton Keynes, 6 June 2010.
Accuprick awards the 'No Film Award' to Dung-Fu Grip. Dung-Fu Grip arrived well after on-out but STILL managed to catch and pass most of the pack.
Beertender Jeff,while he appreciated the Red Dress shirt,implores the pack to keep it in check,there are mortals present. Goodnight from Trail 587. May the Hash go in Peace
The sun vanishes behind Redwoods quickly in the Santa Cruz Mountains. I fear it may get dark in the valley of the San Lorenzo River before these hares are done with us.
The hares were just coming to the altar when a guest at the motel whose parking lot we commandeered called the manager. Yikes! Religion is adjourned, run for it!!
Just Adam stretches out his legs to catch back up to the pack. It appears as he may have stopped to watch Shiny Snail Trail and Hugh Heifer make-out!
We do not wish to be sexist here in Santa Cruz so women will be welcomed to join the males. What we DO like is a place that keeps Happy Hour until 7PM. That's on-out time for us anyway.
Poon Doggy drags poor old Hangs Loose along trail. He must have caught the scent of a potential meal!
I'm not sure what to say about the 'log' this harrier received! It had a number of uses, few practical though.
Hugh Heifer and dBASED plod on-up a really long and steep hill heading to Chaminade Resort and Spa. We'll need a spa if this hill doesn't end soon!
Dung-Fu Grip watches as TIMMY attempts to negotiate the fish ladder without falling in and joining them!
Here is our founder and infrequent hasher Banana Basher. He's afraid we will soon come to no good and does not wish to be swept up in the police net when that happens
This is what Dog Breath left on the shore. Two hounds rifled through is belongings but found no money!
While passing through Harvey West Park, Princess Di(arrhea) decided to get a little extracurricular exercise on this contraption. This may be the only time she sweated all night!
Too Drunk To Fuck vanishes down the Tunnel of Terror not knowing what awaits him on the other side,assuming he lives to get there that is
Here's Can'd H3's Sealed Hatch. She appears to be incognito tonight, this shirt does not have her first name on it