Kahuna Hash 212 Muddy Balls and Reddi Nip
Kahuna Hash 213  Tripod and Just Claudine

In life, travel and hashing if things go as planned we have very few stories to tell.  I never got around to writing up The Muddy Balls and Reddi Nip hash.  Hell there was nothing much to write up as this banal hash was set by hashing legends Muddy Balls and Tazi-Reddi Nip. Things happened as expected as we had crazy ugly fuc*ed up weather, a dash up a raging waterfall as well as an ankle biting poison ivy infected desent back into a warm on in filled with bountiful food and ample spirits. Pretty much the definition of hashing. Which brings us the scandel of the century.

Taliban or Some Other Clandestine Agency Sets Kahuna 213

Insest Blamed, Or Maybe All in the Family- Hopefully if you are reading this hash trash at work, I have lost you. It happens much like on trail tonight. We we were lost a lot tonight, The only halfmind who could find true trail tonight was that hipster who wears ripped up jeans on trail. It is a bit humbling to us experinced hashers when the Hipster Guy in The Ripped Up Jeans (HGITRUJ) keeps finding true trail. But there is a poetic justice to that. As Pabst Smear once philosophically babbled "Rail Road Tracks are not Shiggy" We then followed said non shiggy (ie the railroad tracks) for eons only to be deposited at a Beer Check behind  OMSI where we were quizically met by the other half of the hash running the trail backward. If that was hard to follow, I somehow described it pretty well.

The beer check was next to the Willamette River near the Hawthorne Bridge right behind OMSI but Ms. GotManMilk loudly asked the proverbial question of the day "WHERE ARE WE?" As we were next to three of Portlands prominent landmarks and still Man Milk didn't know where we were. At this point the surly grey clouds opened up as we headed to a quaint ending behind the Party Store. Well kind of; as the other half ot the pack were out roaming around. Screams Her Own Name led the pack of lost people to a ship wreck on an Island and the Smoke Monster (UnMemorable *u*k) saved the day somehow.

There There is Claudine. she was the co hare of the knight (sic).  She honestly would not know the difference between back checking and being on her back. But she certainly liked the idea of hashing and may try it again.

Then There is Tripod - She has not touched flour since she baked a cake in her Betty Crocker easy Bake Oven back in 10th grade.  So somebody had to set trail .

So I asked a few questions later that night. Gathering a few suspects.

How does one set a false trail?

• All in The Family - You don't.
• Tripod - You put a for sale train car on trail.
• Cluadine -2 shots of Vodka and a little vermouth
• Tard Core - You just don't Mark the turns

What do 3 dots together signify

• All in The Family - Nothing
• Tripod - SOS
• Cluadine -2 shots of Vodka and a little vermouth
• Tard Core - ask P*nis Fly Tramp

What does OMSI Stand For

• All in The Family - Other Men Should Instead
• Man Milk -Wheres That
• Tripod - Only ManMilk Should Inbibe
• Cluadine -One Must Stay Inside
• Tard Core - Oregon Tard Core Museum (He was drunk by now)

In conclusion, we have no idea where the trail went or who set that monstosity.

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