When on a trip, if all goes perfectly what stories do we really have to tell.

Eleven hashers met in a secluded park by a picnic bench. A complete football team. Merkin and Trunk Monkey at wide out, Slut the tight end, Coitus another tight end, Clam Dude at quarterback, Stinky and Spots in the backfield, the front line of Shitter, TinkerBell, Mister Meaner (we'll explain that later), Gym Nasty and Village Idiom.

Above is a picture or the course taken by the The local police. (I will get to that one later). God set a trail for the ages from Marshall Park. This was one of the first city hashes where I saw hashers abandoning short cuts just to get back on the intended shiggy featured trail. Short cutting was not an option tonight as the pack was a captive audience. We were 11 roaming, turned around hashers 5 minutes into the run. Not lost because of a fucked up trail, rather at a loss of bearings as true trail went in directions not expected and shiggy was every where and the safe way to run trail was just to run it. Very honer able trail. Actually one of the best city hashes I have been on period. VERY SHITTY.

After 74 minutes of hashing the enlightened eleven converged on a picnic bench filled with foot long subs, chocolate pop corn and a keg of beer. Shiggy satiated, but parched non the less, many were craving a cold beer. Suddenly an industrial bright light lit the sky above. In an impulsive response, (Enigma Meat) yells at the top of his lungs.......@UCK THE POLICE. And wouldn't you know it the "person" connected to the industrial light was yes a policeman checking out 11 hashers drinking beer in the park. We were asked to leave, which we did and then we suddenly realized (Mister Meaner) aka Mystery Meat was being grilled by the security guards ....

This is real

Security Guard - Mister Meaner....why did you yell @UCK THE POLICE
Mister-Meaner (sheepishly)- I thought you were somebody else.
Security Guard - where you wearing a headlamp on trail
Mister-Meaner (phuck yeah.......Only Slut Machine didn't have head gear)
Security Guard -okay punk hit me.
Mister-Meaner he asks the police man (you know why Jesus cant be a police man)
Security Guard -No tell me Mister meaner
Mister-Meaner (because..he is hung like this) Mystery Meat spreads his arms as very wide.

Another case of a hash brilliant brush with the law. The enlightened eleven decided to conduct religion in a bar a mile from the On-In. Mister Meaner led religion as jocularity abounded.

Tonight may have been the perfect trifecta of hashing. A cool crisp fall evening, a trail that was craft work and an absurd brush with the law.

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