Happy Valley Number 125. Saturday 8/13/05
Co-Hares: Yeasty Boy and Just Jen with an assist from Just Steve.
( A note here about Just Steve and the "Traveling Keg-a-lator."
The traveling keg-a-lator closely resembled a 1982 Mercedes Benz.
However on close examination one could not help but notice the
tap on the back rear corner of the quarter panel. Said tap dispensed
ice cold Tap Brews. Those twicky hares...)
The Pack: Cainus Lickus, Comes On Vacation, Gag Me With A Res-Erection,
Anti-Cock
Visitors: IMEZRU?,Puff 'n Stuff, Drippy Spigot, Nipples Erectus,
Sponge Bath Square Pants,Friar F#%k, Cock Climber, Cums Alone
- All Boston Wankers.
Mr. Bean, Eakan Bean (Don't know if I spelled that one right)
and two hashers under 4 feet tall whose names I didn't catch.
- All Tidewater Wankers.
I think I'm forgetting somebody or two, so If you're not listed
here make me do a down down or two/three...Oops, and Hash hounds
were: Shitty Trail , Zuni, and Scruffy.
Trail started at the Tap Brewery in Haverhill above the beautiful
banks of the Merrimac River. It was a brutally hot and humid saturday
in the Northeast but luckily starting at a brewery has its own
special merits, pint after pint, after, pint. As we early birds
awaited the arrival of HST we mosied on into the Tap and sampled
our way thru their Beers, Ales, Lagers, Weizens, and Porters.
A fine young female Tap Puller gave me and Puffy a flight of samplers
which we shared with all the other hashers. The Tap Puller graciously
gave us that one on the house. We then sampled some pints. Having
warmed up appropriately enough for the trail we returned outside
where the effects of leaving air conditioning and 11% alcohol
beers took its immediate effect on our half-minds.
This is where we first glimpsed the "traveling Keg-a-lator"
disguised as an innocent looking Mercedes Benz. COV RA'ed the
introductions and Yeasty Boy slopped some chalk on the ground
to explain his hash marks. And then it was away for the hare in
the Kilt.
I don't think we sang anything while we waited, it was 11% alcohol
beer ya see, anyway, we waited about ten minutes and the pack
was off. It was immediately apparent that where we had been may
have been hot and sticky, but at least there was a slight breeze
off the river; stinky as it may have been. But once we hit downtown
Haverhill and all the assfault and concrete, it was brutally hot!
Trail went past some old warehouses and factories, and we hit
a couple checks, but then true trail was spotted under some railroad
tracks. We soon emerged up on the tracks and later someone told
me we crossed a trestle ala Stand By Me, but I don't remember
the trestle, it was 11% alcohol beer ya know...
We left the tracks and slid down the embankment and ran up a street
filled with chop shops and pawn shops. Trail went behind an old
building, up a small steep slope and lo and behold, there was
the Mercedes/Keg-a-lator in the middle of a cemetery. We quaffed
some brews and drank some water and I think we sang a hash song
or two, I'm not sure though because, did I mention already?, It
was like high octane beer.
Before the hare left he explained that there would be a turkey/eagle
split as soon as we left the beer check. One would involve a swim
and the other wouldn't. Eagle did, Turkey didn't. Your scribe
opted for the swim as did Cainus Lickus, Puff 'N Stuff and Drippy
Spigot. There was steep slope off the cemetery and down to a very
brown, deep stream/ river. Fording the water wasn't bad we either
swam it, or whatever, but getting out it was all deep sucking
mud. So the water was refreshing, but you immediately got covered
in slimby mud. But that mud was nuthin' compared to the swampy
black mud that Puffy plowed thru after the river. He cautioned
the rest of us around it. Then trail led into a field of knee
high raspberries and poison ivy. [Special thanks here to the hare.
As I sit here and scratch at my legs covered in scratches and
poison ivy!!!!!!!!] As we exited the field back onto the train
tracks we were greeted by the hare who handed us a Grolsh bottle.
I should have known better because the bottle was hot to the touch,
but I took a decent sized swig only to discover it was Jack Daniels!
Trail led back up the train tracks, thru some woods, up a slope,
and BACK TO THE KEG-A-LATOR! Yea! This wasn't so bad. We eagles
thought "how tricky, now the turkeys will have some long
trail and will meet us back here." But that wasn't the case.
We got an extra beer check on top of the Jack Daniels, but we
had to run to catch up to the pack. We never caught up till the
next beer check.
Eventually there was another beer check or two, it all kinda blends
together, it was 11% beer afterall. We circled up and down downs
were had by all. The usual stuff, visitors, DFL, FBI, accusations,
that kind of stuff. I got awarded the hashit, but it is missing
in action. I suppose somebody will be posting a ransom notice
sooner or later.
Then we went back to Yeasty Boy's and Just Jens for some more
beers and stuff.
Next hash will be Saturday, August 20th. It will begin at Beacon
Field in Greenfield at 1400HRs or so (HST) Beacon Field is easiest
found by getting off Route Two and traveling as far as the Franklin
Medical Center on High Street. Take a turn onto either Sanderson
Street or Beacon Street (Towards the ridge) Park under a shady
tree and look for hasher types. Bring a change of clothes. On
In will be at Gag Me's with a BBQ.
That's The Way It Was! Cause I say So, and because nobody else
writes these damn things,
Respectfully Submitted by Yer Scribe,
AC
HVH3
ps Yeasty & Jen sorry 'bout Hurling in your bathroom, but
it was high octane beer...and I felt great the next day!
pps I have a vague memory of somebody doing belly shots outta
my gut and making a remark it was like a double shot