Ascension : Hash Thrash - Hash No: 1423
Submitted by The Islander (Islander Editors) 09.08.2012 (Article Archived on 23.08.2012)
First I would like to clarify some confusion with our faithful readers.
Hares: The Last Turtle Head of Doom
Hounds: BladeRunner, Over ‘n’ Done With, Dirty Dough Balls, Tom Thumb and James
First I would like to clarify some confusion with our faithful readers. We did not do the same hash two weeks in a row, as the articles would suggest. As much as I would like to call it a crisis of leadership and blame it on the Hash Master, or a lack of adult supervision and blame it on Over ‘n’ Done With (she said she’d beat me up if I did and frankly she scares me) it really comes down to your trusty scribe is not that bright and sent the wrong hash trash to the Islander. My apologies to anyone who went to the wrong place this week; hopefully you at least had fun. Both the Hash Master and Over ‘n’ Done With want me to assure our readers I will be punished.
The hash started this week at the Sooty Tern sign by Mars Bay. The brief was short, loose rocks, grass hiding the occasional hole and to watch for birds. There was also a lack of hash again this week. While the hare had planned out a route, the need to keep the world safe from evil alien space squirrels interfered with the actual flitting around and spreading of the shredded paper. So this hash would be by orientation. The on-on sounded and the group head off. Passing rusting trucks that had been used for target practise by the troops heading to the Falklands. The first circle check was at the carcasses of old fire engines, the how and why they got there lost in the mists of time. From there the group cut across the lava fields passing bits of old weather rockets and other debris, cutting across the Sooty Tern breeding areas, empty right now, to the 2nd circle check at Mars Bays. The dead grass managed to hide a couple of holes so the ow-ow cry was still heard and a little blood drawn. The grass, Enneapogon cenchroides, lies dormant for years until a heavy rain and then comes out like it did last year. From there it was the trail to Shelly Beach, stopping at the letterbox and investigating the marl pools, home to Procaris ascensionis and Typhlatya rogersi, two species of endemic shrimp found only there. James is new to the island and this was his first time visiting the beach and his first time hearing the sound of the mighty vuvuzela.
The imaginary back arrow sent the group back down the trail and out through the Mars Bay canyon, during the trek back it was realized that the absence of the younger hashers made for a more subdued hash. The post hash was quiet, as we watched the sun go down. This week’s hash was over familiar territory but still it had been a while since many of the hikers had visited this unique little section of Ascension.
If you are actually reading this you probably used to hash , it’s time to get off the couch, dust off that hash name and come out and play again!
Next week: 4.30pm- American Windmills
Hares: Over ‘n’ Done With, Dirty Dough Balls
Bring a plate of eats
R.I.P Luscious Larry Love