Ascension : Hash No: 1272
Submitted by The Islander (Islander Internet Editor) 27.08.2009 (Article Archived on 10.09.2009)

Hound: Stinky Nuts
Hares: Premature Launch, Who’s Your Daddy, Evil Scoucer, Piss Head, Bring It On, Ball Handler, Penguin, Kelly, Jim, Poker Face, Pole Dancer, Whatever Minga, Morganasaurus, Lanky, Nip’n’Suck, Miss Mardy Pants, Little Chuffer, Mildew, Little Grease Lightning, Foreign Body, Brazilian Butt, Strawberry Girl, Skinny Butt, Chipp family, Bloodsucker
Apres Hashers: Toilet Tosser

The group gathered at the tanks behind the Lizard; a technicality apparently overlooked by Bloodsucker who drove around looking for the group!  By the time she got there, the hounds had headed off.  With vehicles blocking the on-on, she headed off on a search mission.  At least that was her excuse for taking a shortcut & missing the scenic route through the Hobby Park!

At the first circle check which found everyone by the blue pipeline (wonder where the Blue Newfie is hashing these days!), there was some concern about the missing Chipp family.  It wouldn’t be good to lose brand new hashers on their first outing!  Eventually they were spotted climbing down the rocky embankment, Mum & Dad balancing the little ones!

No one took the offer of a quick and easy trip back down the pipeline, and off we headed by the old tanks.  Twists and turns led us across the plain to the old RDF site.  There was some discussion about the origins of the strange circle; some insisted it was where the Ascension witches practice their broomstick flying skills.  It might be a spot to avoid on a dark night!

From there, we kept heading to the ridge, across Benin City and the remains of the Kroomen’s camp.  Bloodsucker kept falling behind to investigate some bit of debris or suspicious rock pile.  At least she didn’t do the entire hash gripping a bone from some long dead creature like Strawberry Girl did!  Her pet dog will have a feast – good thing it’s already stuffed!

The bigger hashers carting littler ones on their backs and shoulders also fell behind the FRBs, but soldiered on.  At the cliff edge, all were relieved to head along the top, not down to the beach, even if it required a bit of scrambling.

We eventually found our way to the guns, and from there it was (mostly) an easy trek back along the track.  Of course, when we made it to the main road, the blobs of hash headed us back into the rocks.  Foreign Body was overheard wondering why we needed to take the rough route when there was a perfectly good road right there!

One last little scramble found us back at the parking area.  Great curry awaited, and everyone dug in gratefully.  Great hash Stinky Nuts!