Hash 102 saw the Shiggyduster’s return to Naramata after a yearlong absence. This time Snatchshot was helped in her virgin lay by Long N Hard and Lumpy (JustCole). After some confusion over what number hash we were on chalk talk began. Envelopes were handed out and the hares were on their way.

The pack soon set on in pursuit. Two back checks were quickly found, but it took some time to find the trail since Blowflex, in typical FRB fashion missed the mark. Philthy finally got the pack back on track. The trail began a steep climb on a hill face. Dogsnatcher, despite her acrophobia, managed to navigate the trail with some encouragement from Hard To Swallow.

The trail passed through an orchard and soon came to a bridge. There the pack had a moment of silence in honour of Lumpy getting his lumps.

The next stop on the trail was an idyllic, contemplative, Christian run campground. Children bucolically frolicked. The pack was instructed via envelope to sing a song of Rabelaisian wit. They tried to sing quietly; it was hard to do after CumQuad informed the pack of Blowflex’s preferred method of sexual congress. (on top).

The pack quickly vacated the premises, before they could be kicked out. After meandering through Naramata’s side streets, the trail vanished near the schoolyard. In true FRB fashion CumQuad had blown past the mark. Once again Philty got the pack back on trail. It was all for naught as CumQuad blew by yet another mark. This time Hard To Swallow found the flour placed conveniently at his eye level.

The trail soon led to the Naramata pub.For some inexplicable reason the Aussie of the group didn’t recognize it by smell alone. Indeed he was even heard to ask “Where’s the pub?” as he leaned against the structure. Inside the group had to say their names and sing a song for their beer, a nice jug of Naramata nut brown.

With belly’s full of beer the pack soon began to climb, and climb. They took some pictures, and continued climbing. After some more climbing they soon found themselves (and the hares) at a peaceful beer check.

The hares now joined the pack (after much picture taking) for the descent. After some twists and turns the pack came to a winery. Most of the pack stayed to taste and buy some wine (thanks to Dogsnatcher for extending credit). Meanwhile Goatbag and Hard To Swallow ventured on and climbed a hillock for the hell of it.

The trail now came to the home stretch. The FRBs zoomed their way home along the lake shore. Those who hung back were rewarded with the view of three eagles fighting over a fish. Finally everyone circled up.

Down downs were awarded to:

The hares for a multifaceted trail. Kudos for an excellent virgin lay.

JustNadine for her virgin hash.

Blowflex for missing marks.

CumQuad for missing the pub.

Philthy for missing a hasher’s name.

Hard To Swallow for giving the beer a miss.

Dongsnatcher for her missing “On Ons”

And Goatbag just because there was a beer left.

Next Hash is the Ironhash. CumQuad and Philthy will hare. Starting time is 12 Noon.

The title of the hash is a lyric. Bonus marks to anyone who can name the band, album and song. No google.

Another Summer Sunday, lazy hazy days filled with the smell of beer. Our group assembled in Kenyon Park on the advice of hares, Dog Snatcher and JustAnthony. After some obligatory chalk-talk about arrows, circles and dead hares, the group ambled off. Following a false trail northwards we ran into MoanerLisa, who had wisely decided to run 16 km to the start in the heat of the day. Regrouping we headed southwards deeper into rural OK Falls. After overcoming a tricky creek crossing filled with poisonous snakes, we came upon a grassy field with a shady tree and a cooler full of beer. The Beer Check! A game of football broke out among those who obviously hadn’t run hard enough.

Nourished, the pack gained momentum and blindly wandered about the field. Someone finally mentioned that they’d seen marks on the way in and we headed back the same way. The FRB’s fulfilled their roles and sprinted past the arrow turn. We waited till they were about half a mile away and then called them back. Winding around some more in the suburbs we eventually made it back to the highway and at high risk to ourselves sprinted across and back into the park.

Downdowns were issued to the following miscreants:

Hares Dogsnatcher and spouse JustAnthony for unbelievably dangerous creek crossings, dangerous trails, I could go on.
Snatchshot – Uttering non-hasher names.
Blowflex – Trying to give the hash-shit away at the beginning of the run.
MoanerLisa – Arriving late and uttering non-hasher names.
Mantracker – Uttering non-hasher names. (Is nothing sacred in this group?)
Philthy – Trying to engage the R.A. in a race, and I think beating him.
JustCole – For being so experienced at being in a sportsfield and still being unable to find the marks leading off of it.
JustNick & BlowFlex – FRB’s blowing past yet another mark. (see previous hashes)
BlowFlex – JustNick called up Blowflex and showed off her fancy schmancy ‘Ultraman’ race cap to the crowd. For shame.
JustNick was then named ‘CumQuad’ in honour of his “accident” at the Barking Parrot. (See Hash 97)

The hashers then retired to the trestle for diving, swimming and other water-related activities. From there it was off to Tickleberry’s, home of the world’s largest line-up and apparently ice cream. And they all lived happily ever after. On-On!