OKH3 #237

Wet Spots & Stinkfinger-Fulton Pub

Start at the Fulton Pub

In case you did not notice on this the most awesome day to hash the splendid Autumn sky was illuminated by a beautiful crescent moon somewhat dimming the constellation Cassiopeia  as well as planet Jupiter. You have to love an October evening. The hares cunningly set a somewhat uncomplicated uphill trail that afforded the most work and maximum reward hashing down hills through grave stones which contained I assume dead people. It is in a graveyard at Halloween at almost a full moon that a hasher feels truly alive. I have never seen Gym Nasty actually run at a hash tonight but tonight he was truly like  a man possessed finding trail.

While looking for flour Tripod, Scouts Honor and Blast Rag came across some tracks above the beer check and they looked at them and Tripod said, I think it is a deer, Blast Rag said no I think it is an Elk and Scouts Honor chirped in no I think its a bear. Luckily Captain Von Poopy Pants came along and saved them from getting hit by a train. Down Town asked the original three if they ever figured out what kind of tracks they had  seen.

A beer check of epic proportions appeared 15 yards from the almost train wreck. TramVestite and her band of friends were the last to the beer check and where greeted by cheers that echoed off the river and the crumbling SellWood bridge. The last half mile back to the On In was a frolic of sorts. We all smelled the beer despite the beautiful crispness of a perfect fall evening.

Some complete star gazing babbling idiot led religion despite the constant cat calls of Mr Pabst Smear.Ms. Wet Spots and a lucent StinkFinger were called front and center. .(I assume they never ever read anything I write so I'll have to let you in on a secret because I went to my car after the hares had left and Doc Snotty Balls and I saw the hares start on trail run down one block and they started kissing and ripping off each others clothes and jumped in some Chevy that had been painted matrimonially with the words "Prelayed' like it was their wedding day). I digress, as they simply did their down downs.

Wet Spots led swing low.
The stars sparkled.
We drank some beer.

and we all got a piece of beauty. You have to love StinkFinger and Wet Spot's hashes.as they always have a spot of brilliance in places we have been a thousand times. And they get us to beer when we really want a beer.Touche...

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