Ascension : Hash Thrash -Hash No: 1420
Submitted by The Islander (Islander Editors) 26.07.2012 (Article Archived on 09.08.2012)
Holidays, work and out right desertion had thinned the ranks for today’s Hash.
Hash No: 1420
Hounds: BladeRunner, Danger Mouse, Tom Thumb, The Last Turtle Head of Doom and Leon
Holidays, work and out right desertion had thinned the ranks for today’s Hash. In an inspired move the Hash Master decided the day would not be spent “flitting around the island with shredded paper” and would be better spent clearing a trail and restoring a missing letterbox. Which is why this is an unnumbered hash.
Arriving at the trail head at 1300, the sight of BladeRunner, Danger Mouse and TLTHoD festooned with various implements of destruction made Tom Thumb and Leon promptly head for the hills opting for a hike up Green Mountain. The trail head, off the NASA road is also home to a small group of Screw Pines, an interesting species of tree, only the female plant bears the fruit. The Screw Pine first appears on Ascension in a letter dated 1 Sept. 1858, as part of a list of plants sent from the Royal Botanical Garden, Mauritius.
The On-On sounded and after several hours of chopping, cutting and the occasional use of power tools, Warpath was, if not 100% cleared, at least passable again. Luckily none of the smaller hashers are on the island; the sight of Danger Mouse with a reciprocating saw would have caused nightmares. There is no basis to the rumour that TLTHoD was found later that night curled up in a corner with his teddy bear. BladeRunner was so busy supervising he even had to be reminded to play with his horn. The letterbox was replaced. It can be found under the first pine tree after the legendary lost farm of Stedson and has a good view of the NASA site, Weatherpost and White Horse. Oddly for this time of the year not a single land crab was seen all day, but on the plus side only one rat was seen.
The post hash conversation turned to BladeRunner’s thoughts about robots and Tasers. We live on a remote island for a variety of reasons, the least of which is some of us should just not be allowed around people. The horror of hashing without Old Golly Waddler and Wood-n-Pecker also set in. There was no adult supervision and who was going to feed us? Who knew basic literacy was a skill needed by hashers? Thankfully the nice editors of the Islander will accept a hash trash written in crayon. OGW did promise to send a graded copy back before the end of the week.
Next week: 4.30pm NASA Road- Pines Turnoff
Bring a plate of eats
“When I hear the word culture I reach for my pistol” Hanns Johst 1890