Hash 33 -Hare Pink Pylon -New Old new Old Lompoc. North Portland

Waiver : When we hash trully expect the unexpected and what ever happens on trail is no fault of the hare

Its a great sign when the hare shows up at the start with a map and a confused look onhis face.
We piled around a table and the Hare was off at 6:50 as advertised. Fuzzy Fish Taco ushered the gang off with a give me an O, give me an R. So the night of malaprops was off to a roaring stop..
We weaved up toward the Alameda Ridge aided and abbeted by O on the bike.... We ran like it was a road race, with hardly a check to stop us and about a half hour in we came to the Beer Check for the ages.....We were greeted by 3 dots which indicated a false....and a BC which indicated a Beer Check.....Well it was neither...After an exhaustive search Pabst Smear and James Riddle located a bag of Miller Sharps. So there we had it a False Beer check which led us another 100 yards on trail where a semi real beer check was found on a roof of an out house. it was a festive beer check with Pabst and wheat thins and Fig Newtons. We all sat around a big old table in a steady rain and drank beer.

The rest of the trail was a non eventful dash to the end.... We all pretty much came together ...Kudos to the hare and we were greeted by a grinning Hare who looked like the proverbial Cat that swallowed the mouse. A happy hare was he. And somehow we had a happy pack. The festivities were jovial. Stinky wanted to sing the Old McDonald had a whale song, but Tool Box gave coozies to a few people (Oh, Flaming Fart, Chum and Hot Buns) as their reward for putting up with us for 10 Mondays.

Monday HashDay, so good to me,
Monday HashDay, it was all Pylon hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning, Monday evening couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here to hash with me.

Monday Trail Runs, can't trust the Pylon,
Monday Monday, False trails it just turns out that way
Oh Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what a debacle to be.
Oh Monday Monday, how could you leave fake beer for me me.

Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah exceppt Tuesday
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Fish Taco comes
You can find me beer and hoagies' all of the time

New old Old new Lompoc
False false beer checks with fig Newtons
7:00 sharp means 730 sharps at the beer check
Oh Monday Monday, how could you leave fake beer for me me.
Sharps Beer (A Review)
12 oz bottle.
Deep golden with a fizzy white head.
Aroma is doughy, grainy.

Flavor is grain and water with a little skunk piss and corn.
No redeeming qualities whatsoever.

The Trail (A Review)

8464 steps (4. 5 miles)
Shallow tennis ball splotches
easy to follow.
Aroma rainy and doughy.

No redeeming qualities whatsoever. Not exactly. Pylons lack of preparation was vintage. Thats why we hash. His chutzpah just top notch....And Hot Buns ran it all solo. Something to be said for that. Thats why we put our shoes on. To be surprised every week.

Hastilly Submitted
Big Shitter