HVH3 #73 Hash Trash
(The Hash Previously known as HVH3 #66)
And now a quote from the prophet Tommy Chong:
"Flutter ain't here, man!"
What: Happy Valley H3 Hash No. 66
Where: Spanking behind the shed across the street from Atkins Farm Stand in South Amherst, Mass.
Hare: Comes On Vacation, speaking of which - she's on vacation....
HVH3 Faithful: Cainus Lickus, Mother's Little Douche Bag, Anti-Cock, and the faithful HVH3 Hounds.
The Woeful Tale, or "How Flutter Can't Read a Calender", part one.
A couple of weeks ago, Madame Flutterby axed to be the Hare for our next Hash. But alas, Thursday night was not good for him, so he said he'd throw the hash on Sunday, June 15th, Fathers Day and all, but that we'd do a BBQ etc. at his humble abode in Granby. ( Hand Job, That's why there was no Hash on Thursday night).
As the date approached, no word on details emerged, but that was to be expected, because Flutter was known to be wanking off in Las Vegas. But at the last minute the Hare got jet lag or Jack Daniels lag or something because his hash got cancelled.
Boo Who you say?
Never underestimate the resilience of a Hasher Scorned, because COV needed to Hash!!! And I and CL and MLDB answered the call of beer in the wild!!!
Tommy Chong: "Flutters not here man!!!"
Anyway, Flutter did say that he'd rather just do a Mismangement at the Old Ale House at 1930HRs, so we figured we'd do a hash at 1800, and do the on-in at the Moan & Dove, simple enuf, right?
Unfortunately, most of the double digit kennel that's been cumming lately must have gotten fooled by all the chatter going back and forth, so the expected virgins didn't appear, and even NFN Herb didn't show. ( More about him later)
The Hare asked for a 15 minute cranium start and by golly she got a good ten minutes. The trail proceeded along an old railroad spur, which led into the Notch's Visitor Center network of trails ( Along the Holyoke Range). MLDB sorta , kinda, was an FRB, except he got PHUCKED by a well laid set of hash marks , which had him running hither and thither, but not on True Trail. Cainus spied true trail, but I meandered along and as MLDB buzzed back and forth by me, i caught up to/met CL at the junction of TT and the trail I was on. We ran here up a nice little grade, thru some muddy shig, then down to a talus pile beside a quarry and the most holy of holies was sighted, "BN".
MLDB and Cainus climbed the slippery pile of talus and did not find the beer. I loped around the bottom of the piles and soon snatched the brews from their cairn. I shouted," Go look down there a ways", but they spotted the bag 'o brews in my hand, busted again.
We found out later that COV was watching us this entire time, but outfoxed us , as she ran the out trail back up the In trail. It worked well.
We proceeded, back whence we came, and soon circled up for more beer and song.
At the circle it was decided ( EASILY DECIDED) that Madame Flutterby would have to do many, many Down -Downs . We thought that Tequila laced drinks would be the order of the day, but that could wait until later at the Moan & Dove.
The circle left in peace and the on-in was the next destination.
And now the words of the Prophet Tommy Chong,
"Flutters not here man!"
Ah huh!, You guessed it, Flutterby was not at the Moan & Dove. He will pay heavily in Down-Downs.
But we ordered a Pizza and consumed some of the finer offerings from the Ale House's list.
I offered to hare the next hash, which I think I'll make a Sunday, because it seems more people can make sundays than Thursday nights, but I'm open on that. Can people e-mail their preference please? I'll go with the most votes.
Anti-Cock
ps, keep July 12, 13 open for Buffet II
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