Once again, we found ourselves outside the familiar surroundings of the Copper Mug. All we needed was a hare and there would be a hash. Familiar friends Bone Ranger (from the Keremeos Chapter of the Hash House Harriers) and Dehli Belly all the way from Ottawa came out to join us. Eventually PoleJockey showed up, but we forgave him as he lived at LEAST a block away. We had some chalk talk whereupon he showed us the world’s smallest flour bottle which didn’t work very well, and then blessed the hare and dismissed him. Heading to the back of the pub we practised our skill with the Frisbee of Death (Justice).
At approximately 8:45 we set off after our fair game. The trail was fairly clear, the marks were bright pink flour. A playground check provided entertainment until Dehli Belly got a bit too vigorous in his throwing technique and winged the Frisbee of Death over into a locked backyard. Eventually it was recovered and we moved on. Encountering a hymn check, Dehli Belly decided to keep going and make ground on the pack as his legs were twice as short. Perhaps he’d heard us sing before. We serenaded the neighbourhood in that classic Guns ‘N Roses ballad ‘Sweet Hare of Mi-ii-ii-iii-iiine’. Following down into a more industrial part of town the trail wound itself northward and then across a field where we encountered the Beer Check. It was set up behind some large storage containers beside the Channel Bypass. After dispensing with the beverages we set up a group shot between the containers, to soon be the cover shot of our new Hasher album. At this juncture the group divided a bit, with those who felt like running more and actually following the trail, and those who were getting hungry, tired and whiny. Since we know that the latter group just went back to the pub, let’s follow along with the first group.
The trail led to a hole in the fence, which is fine for two legged people, but we had Hugo who most certainly wasn’t. It took Stinky two attempts to stuff the rather large canine through and Hugo was not amused. Having a full field to play in the FOD (frisbee of death) came out again and much hilarity ensued in the tossing of the aforesaid weapon. It was noted that diving on the field should not be attempted as Goatbag came up with the frisbee and much goose poop. The markings were starting to get fairly skimpy and were soon replaced with small rock formations. Soon the flour bottle appeared, forlornly set against a pile of remaining flour. Considering the hare led us back for about 6 blocks after that, it was quite impressive his ingenuity in marking devices. Eventually we arrived at the pub and met up with the rest of the pack who were getting warmed up with the Superbowl pregame. It was a bit of a party with games, prize draws and fashion contests. Amidst that we circled up and down-downs were issued to:
Hare (PoleJockey) – For not bringing enough flour, not testing his marking apparatus, and being late to his own hash!
Hard To Swallow – For annoying the R.A. with his repetitive singing of ‘Sweet Hare of Mine’ all through the hash and afterwards.
Shunty – For nearly maiming poor Spermie with the Frisbee of Death by throwing it full force at her head from a couple feet away. He said that he didn’t see her. Spermie wasn’t sure if she should feel complimented or terrorized.
Stinky – For not being able to get it up and into the hole. (Hugo, hole in the fence)
Dehli Belly – For nearly losing our Olympic Frisbee of Death and skipping the hymn check to get a lead (how competitive).
Bone Ranger – For showing up twice now to our hash and not runnning with us. (we know… the Keremeos Hashers don’t run)
Spermie – For allowing Shunty to get that close to her with the Frisbee of Death.
Philthy – For trying to hurry up the drinkers at the Beer Check because he wanted to go running. It was nice to have him back, but not that nice.
Goatbag – For refusing help when trying to get off the storage containers and sticking out his bum at Shunty.
It was noted that Spermie’s 21st run with the Shiggydusters had been last week so she was given a drink and a souvenir.
As a lovely parting gift, Shunty managed to win the grand prize at the pub. A beer table and stools that will come in handy on Hasher Dart nights.
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Did anyone else notice Jennifer Jones of the Canadian Curling Team in the background encouraging Bone Ranger to “hurry hard” as he drinks his beer?
It was a very romantic moment, much like this Sunday’s Valentine Hash!!
(Thanks for the intro, UltraSpeedstick)