HVH3 #77 Hash Trash "Swampus Shiggalicious Maximus"
(The Hash Previously known as HVH3 #70)


Jumping a "HEAD", WHO SAID.....anyway - I was informed last night at the On-In that the HVH3 hashes do indeed have names - It's just that I can't remember what last nights hash was named. ( Was it something like "Swampus Shiggalicious Maximus" ? ) I dunno,

HVH3 No. 70
U-Mass Campus - SP at the softball field north of the stadium.
Start: 1930HRs ( 24 JUL 03 )
Hare: The wiley, Comes On Vacation
Hounds:
Cainus Lickus, Packed Fulla' Seamen, Anti-Cock, and new cummer (but local Hasher) Dick.Com

Late Arrivals:
Madame Flutterby and Mother's Little Douche Bag

The pack assembled at the appointed hour and we all arrived at about the same time. "In time" as it turned out to see the Hare return to the SP after apparently just setting the beer check. She was covered from the midriff down in swampy, wet looking mud. The was a good omen.

As is tradition, the hare broke out same tasty suds before the Chalk talk commenced. The hash markings were explained, and then the hare asked for a Cranium start. Off she sped, westerly, around the old running track that surrounds the atheletic fields at U-Mass.

Newbian, but veteran, Dick.Com suggested a few rousing songs, i.e. "Father Abraham", but the small pack deferred, preferring instead to drink ourselves into a good pre-hash stretch. ( Twelve ounce curls )

At the mark, we were off in search of the Hare. We followed her lead and were soon running quite a ways around the old running track, but alas that wascully wabbit had twicked us again! A False trail had us return almost all the way to the SP, some actually ran past the SP, while I ran out across the field next to the softball field. But nothing was sighted until Cainus searched an old tarred track that led to the parking lot near the football stadium. On On was yelled and soon the pack was searching this a way and that a way around the stadium for hash marks. True trail was spied running along the western boundary of the stadium, towards the Maze. ( There was alot of searching going on before this was noticed.) True trail then hit a check near the cross street beyond the Maze. Here we had a lot of searching to do as falses definitely slowed us down. True trail was scouted as it left the assfault on disappeared into the woods near the old slaughterhouse.

Now, these "Woods" were a small challenge unto themselves. At this point the skies opened up and let loose a deluge, which just made the Hash that much more fun! Anyways, the ground through these woods was like a little catacomb for each step. Little ankle twisters all. So the going was slow, then, we hit the swamps. Now, I'm not a veteran of tramping through the Mekong Delta, but that image is what you should keep in mind as we trudged through that shiggy. Luckily for Dick.Com and myself, Packie (who was leading the splashfest at this point) managed to mark every deep hole for us by diving into almost everyone of them. Thanks, Packie!

At one point,we thought we had strayed off trail, but at that moment we stepped on an orange flower hash mark, and a shout of "Beer Near!" was heard. We leaped across one more rain swollen ditch ( Packie dove into that one too) and emerged just west of the Maze. A perfect Rainbow enveloped the sky with the beer check right in the middle of it. We took this as a sign from above that it was time to mosey on over to the ON-IN, so we did, but first we had to walk back to the SP and have the Circle.

Cainus Lickus RA'd the circle. Down Downs were awarded to the Hare. Comments included: " Trail wasn't wet enough" - Dick.Com, "Not enough sticker bushes shredding our skin" - Anti-Cock, " Not enough blood" - Packed Fullah Seamen. and Cainus awarding the trail a 6.9

Songs sung included: The little bird sitting on a pole, the down down song, and some other ones. New Cummer Dick.Com was awarded a down down and some song was sung followed by a special chorus of the old classic by Sgt. Barry Sadler: "Training Bras Upon Their Chests, These are Girls - Americas Best..."

Next stop was the On In at The Hanger. As we entered the bar we were met by Madame Flutterby and MLDB. Flutter had gotten us a table and soon the brews and wings were flying down our throats. A big plate of Super Nachos also did the hasher disappearing act.

The Next Hash ( No.71) will be the first week in August. Can somebody please do the Scribe duties for that one.

Anti-Cock
HVH3 Scribe

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