Kuhuna Number 163

Hares - Mudd Butt

Location -Milwaukee

Weather - Warm and Sunny then Windy and Cool

A perfect day to hash. I believe many of us have hashed from this particular boat ramp about a dozen times before. (Its kind of like sleeping with the same Bimbo for eons and one day suddenly she pulls out a dazzling new rabbit out of her hat). Something you had not seen before. Well this hash was like that. That's why we lace them up and knock them back.

Mudd Butt was off at the appointed time and a swarthy group of 27 soon followed. Honest to shit he was singing the Gilligan's island theme as he headed out. Naughty Girl led the masses toward a great trail in the woods. but we were soon headed toward the river. DownTown exuded a few F bombs wondering how the trail could be headed right into the River, but that it did.

Well not in but, over the river via flour speckled rocks. HareKratchna and Blast Rag were waxing poetic how they had never run on this oasis on the Willamette. Ass2Mouth was the finder of the beer check. We learned a few things at the beer check.

1. Fat Tire comes in Cans.
2. Milwaukee's Finest Ice beer is actually made in Milwaukee.
3. What Poison Ivy looks like.
4. That Flaming Fart can work a camera.

We lingered longer than usual as CrackUp was thirsty and Wet Spots told stories from her wedding day. Big Shitter found true trail leading off the Island and then we headed into some rich guys back yard that had big signs reading . PRIVATE PROPERTY STAY THE F**K OUT. Well Pabst Smears don't read good (sic) so we headed right into this guys back yard. This was obviously the wrong way. Monday Night GOD and Mail Man soon found true trailing through a swamp.

The On In was right back where we started and the weather had changed dramatically. The clouds were black and the wind picked up. The two Beijing hashers were the first to beer and as we sauntered in Mudd Butt was already grilling wanks and links. It had turned into a delicious evening. A Feast for everybody, a trully poopy crapulous trail with enough beer for everybody.

Religion was done by CrackUp. Down downs were done from Champaigne glasses and everybody was pretty damn chirpy. Except for Gym Nasty who had to stay home.

Speaking of Gym Nasty he is the Hare next week.....WARNING, HASH ALERT, WARNING, HASH ALERT, WARNING, HASH ALERT, WARNING, HASH ALERT, WARNING, HASH ALERT.

Summer Holidays are bizarre and quirky at Kahuna. 3 years ago some Krazy lady lambasted us in Lake Oswego, 2 years ago we had the Old Bat chase us up by the zoo and last year we had another crazy WOMBAT chase and heckle us up in Christy FOREST PARK.

Long weekends and Kahuna Hashes are just that way.

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