Ascension : Hash Thrash - Hash No: 1411
Submitted by The Islander (Islander Editors) 17.05.2012 (Article Archived on 31.05.2012)

The Traveller’s sports field was the starting point for this week’s hash,

Hash No: 1411

Hares:  Dangermouse and Bladerunner

Hounds: Old Golly Waddler, Sniffy, Mucky Princess, Sharktail,

Slippery Fingers, Drop ‘em Blossom and The last Turtle Head of Doom 

The Traveller’s sports field was the starting point for this week’s hash, The keener hashers turned up, others must have been put off  by the reunion of Dangermouse and Bladerunner and their hash setting reputation.  The hazards would be relatively mild this week. Only loose rocks, wobbly rocks, uneven ground and thorn. Three circle checks and a hash of about an hour and a half.   Bladerunner shouted the on-on down the track and a left at the fence.  So off we went.  At the fence, the left turned into a right –opps!  Hope the other directions and instructions would be a little more accurate, otherwise we’d be walking in the dark.

Over the rocks and on to a sheep track following the boundary fence.  Slippery fingers was wearing one Michael Jackson style  glove to avoid getting scratched but we all reckoned that if he fell he’d land on the other hand.  Lots of evidence of cutting, clearing and  braches moved out of the way.  Thanks both, this was turning out to be a walk in the park!

Circle checks were artistically decorated with golf balls.  This was Drop ‘em Blossom’s kind of hash, no slopes, no hills, just rocks underfoot – rather like walking those familiar streets of Chicago she’ll be returning to very soon.  Ahead the shadow of Traveller’s hill loomed but everyone was enjoying themselves too much to consider climbing a hill at the end of such a gentle plodding walk.  Mucky Princess had already planned her shortcut round Travellers, across to the satellite dish and onto the road. 

Bladerunner gave his customary blast of the vuvuzela, waking all the shift workers in the afternoon.   At last the final circle check was reached, the mood was mellow, not even a back arrow could have disturbed hashers today.  Off they trotted down the road towards the kegs.  Mucky Princess and Sharktail explored the storm channels, Bladerunner missed out on a squiggle check as they crawled through pipes.

The kegs were finally open and a lack of hashy business this week.  The Spirtitual Advisor didn’t put his hat on so everyone ate Christmas cake and drunk soda.  Bladerunner is on leave for the next few weeks but there were plenty helpful volunteers to look after his vuvuzela.  Dangermouse will wash it (in battery acid), Sniffy will put it somewhere safe but TLTHOD was more honest in his intentions.  In the absence of the hashmaster, each hasher was keen to take the role for at least one week (which would make them immune to future taunting from the hash authorities).  Sniffy smelt the rat and quickly changed the official rules (again).

Next week:  4.30pm from old Geothermal site down track at bottom of NASA road

Hares: Old Golly Waddler

Bring a plate of eats                                                                                               OGW