Hash #966

Hash #966 Santa Cruz Slug Fest

Hares Timmy and Courtesy Flush decreed that this would be a hometown SC hash and thus ordered everyone to don some form of appropriate attire such as a Banana Slug or Santa Cruz shirt/ hat/socks. Or if you are brave or simply stupid  you can rock the complete Sammy the Slug mascot outfit.

And once you have your necessary attire you can show up at  Humble Seas Brewery on the wild west side of town.


I guess Banana was the only one who got the memo!



Fap did not rock the outfit but he did manage to give us a high five.

Chewy and Shallow bonded again.

Happy slugs slogging across the road.



Not sure if we should proceed cause we can’t seem t follow the rules.


Somehow we ended up at Mitchel’s Cove – a favorite haunt.






Looks like they behaved on the beach.



And off to religion we go.




Broke Bench carrying his portable heater, his substitute blankie.




Banana Basher in his full regalia…or simply a t-shirt….at least it is yellow.






Puff is in the hot seat.



Hash #965

Hash Trash #965

On a perfectly lovely Thursday evening the pack gathered at the Santa Cruz Wharf for “Taco Thursday” at Olitas.

Who can turn down a pint and a taco for a mere 7 bucks?

The bargain hunters hungrily munched and imbibed and occasionally lifted their heads up to see the gorgeous view.

The pack set off down the wharf with full bellies and half minds.

One hasher was particularly exuberant.

The others dutifully marched along….until they reached beer check at the home of a very celebrated women.

This  women…at the top of the stair in the pink shirt….is none other than the AMAZING 85 yr old marathon runner…Katherine Beiers. In case you missed her story:


And she’s also on YouTube:

I am not sure how DBased was able to coordinate this but we were grateful for the chance to meet her.

After this high point in the evening we had to succumb to the low point of religion under the trestle.




Our Hare DBased and Cold Smegma Kamakazi

GoldiLoxxx from Monterey invites us to his Stinko de Mayo hash and even has nifty flyers to hand out. 

Six always manages to show up at the right time…also known as miller time.

Hash Trash #964

Hash Trash #964

Today is Monday made the trek over the hill to hare this most special hash…..a hash that celebrates a surreptitious event that brings so much joy to so many.

This passionate hasher showed off his rad baking skills and brought delicious 420 brownies to share with everyone at the start. Well everyone except CumFartZone, who is a lightweight and who must keep her wits about her in order to be a diligent scribe.

Today is Monday is either checking in with his dealer, his probation officer, or consulting GPS to ensure that nobody gets lost on his trail….well one out of three is true….guess which one.

I am sure there WAS a NO TRESPASSING sign on those barricades prior to this hash….but Today Is Monday is a fearless and reckless hare so anything goes.

He led the pack deep into the woods, into the unknown and prayed that they made their way back safely.

These two became self absorbed in the magic of the woods and starting a frenzied selfie marathon….so much so that when they finally exited the woods they realized there were missing some items: a cell phone, a wallet and their dignity.

Luckily Captain Save A Ho aka Baker’s Dozen’t gallantly retreats into the bowels of Pogonip to search for the valuable items. Despite his gargantuan efforts he emerges from the dank underworld empty handed. Luckily the two scalawags have enough sense to go back the next day day and follow their breadcrumbs and beer caps right to their most prized possessions.

Meanwhile the rest of the pack imbibes at Bocci’s Cellar and then meanders down to Shanty Shack.

  Shanty Shack provided great beer, awesome tacos, and a brilliantly played game of Jenga.

Vag and Bakers showing some love.

Yummy tacos Ho To Housewife has that magic touch.  Besides Jenga she has other marketable skills.


Finally we trudge up the road for the requisite Religion Circle.

Cum you will not and her naughty friend , Virgin Michelle, quickly dropped trow,, danced around the circle and gleefully showed us all her butt. Accuprick immediately named her Pinch the Head and Twist after she launched into her personal method for removing ticks and other pests.

Today is Monday was honored for his memorable 420 hash and of course we had to do the full rendition of his song. This was his first Surf City Haring, although I believe he has 50 hashes under his belt.


At this point the crowd was quite unruly. The backsliders were called up…..My little Bony, Six O Nine, and maybe NoFilm??

At this point the evening was a hazy blur but everyone left happy. Happy 420 week!!

On On On


5th Anal Hash Bash

Get yer butt on a bike for Sunday Funday!

This was our 5th anal Gorilla Hash Bash.

Quite a crowd showed up for this lively event.

We gathered at Seabright Brewery and then took for for our first long leg of the ride. Actually we just went across the street to the liquor store! Whew, all that riding sure make one thirsty.

We made a lovely pit stop at the Santa Cruz Harbor

We surprised one of our favorite hash couples who completely spaced the bash bike event….guess their farming takes precedence over hashing.

We ran across some California fornicating cows. But I can’t show you the video as we are trying to keep this thing PG rated. Ask Broke Bench for the evidence….he delights in taking advantage of that special springtime bovine romance action.


Hash Trash #963

Hash Trash #963
“Run on Grass – the day before 420 trail”

Hares are Cold Smegma Kamikaze and Courtesy Flush. They are becoming quite the team. Some serious bro bonding going on.
Lots of pre trail scouting going on…hmmmm????

The point of this trail is to start at the dog friendly outdoor patio at Boardwalk Bowl before the summer clusterfuck approaches. In other words….stay the fuck home for the rest of the summer cause the crowds will descend en masse upon all Santa Cruz county beaches.

Eagle trail is  a mere 3.5 miles and Turkey Trail  a measly 2.5 miles…perfect for most of our pack.








Given this turtle pace you should be able to behold a magical sunset just as you get to the beach. But that’s assuming all goes according to plan.

Despite all their planning and best efforts to thwart the pack, the hares ran into some trouble!

We had a double hare snare!!







Nevertheless the pack continued….and ended up having some fun.

Cunt Jungle Gym is a beast of a gal. Don’t mess with this harriette.

On the approach to the Boardwalk trestle bridge was this ominous sign.

I know for a fact some of us are not thrilled to have to cross this death trap. Luckily Cap’t Morgan was there to save us!

Or maybe we had to save Cap’t Morgan?