*NOTE: The entirety of this trash is copy-paste from Puff’s flickr photo captions of this trail.
First Responders Today Is Monday, Dual Tools, TIMMY!!, Princess Di(arrhea) and Jizziki unabashedly raided the beer trough with impunity. Due to the Fear Level, only a small pack assembled at Wilder Ranch for another Dog Breath-Baker’s Dozen’t Death March. Co-hare Baker’s Dozen’t mentally concocts the lies he wishes to mislead the pack with for Instructions of Trail. As hares Baker’s Dozen’t and Dog Breath prepared to deliver Instructions of Trail, I noted the heft of their flour bags. I fear even the Turkey’s are in for a visit to mortal Hades this evening!
Eagle Trail hare Dog Breath tells us about the beautiful scenery and history we will see. I fear some of us may become part OF history while attempting this trail. Virgins Obe and Paul listened intently as dBASED explained the marks they may see along trail. As this turned out to be a major Shiggy Fest, they saw little other than flour and, after a hell of a long time, the BN. The most dangerous creature we encountered this evening was our hare-pair. Cum You Will Not and Princess Di(arrhea) were no doubt humming the Beatles’ tune, The Long and Winding Road before reaching the promised waterfall. A few more hundred degree days and it will fade into history though.
The remnants of a large lime kiln were seen, with an LC mark. Sadly, all the Eagles were shorted here as one of the Turkey hounds absconded with the Jagermeister! Stay tuned though, this thieving dog, which turned out to be Cum-you-will-not will be punished during Religion.
Virgin Obe sang a song for Joke, Song or Body Part. Here we see him serenading us with a drinking song from his native Norway. Someone recorded this tune and translated it via a computer program. According to the translation, Obe found us repulsive, foolish and large scale drunkards. Thank you, Obe!! Dual Tools(Up My Ass) and Today Is Monday served the role of ambassadors from the FHAC-U H3. Just an excuse for a free beer knowing these two jokers though. And the hares… Baker’s Dozen’t and Dog Breath. Trail scenery was beautiful but an ATV would have been a vastly superior means of conveyance though. On-on-on was held at Burger.
The vast majority of the pack hit the bar first thing. Yeah, it was a long 5 minute drive here from Religion, I can understand how everyone got so damned thirsty after such a long time without a drink!
Mostly Puff the Magic Drag Queen, copy-pasted by the worst scribe in SCH3 history Pussy Wood
We started at Moe’s Alley and should have stayed there for the music rather than subject ourselves to another shitty trail.
But seriously it was a blissful trail…only a few measly miles compared to our recent death marches. Apparently the Eagle trail wankers were treated to some cold, frosty delicious drink called a mudslide. I suppose it was worth it as the turkeys got nothing except some twisted ankles and a lot of complaining from a few disgruntled walkers.
I am not sure what these whiners want out of a hash….a custom air conditioned stretch limo with unlimited beverages and a servant to wipe their ass when they have to take a crap? Grow some balls people otherwise stay home munching cheese doodles and chips from the comfort of your lazyboy.
There was a lovely beer check at the home of stub rub and summer’s yeast plus an opportunity to share in the coveted mudslide libation and use the indoor plumbing.
We had some backsliders…such as TestaCoil, Steamy B and Stub Rub. Just Foot Pussy, playing the beer meister and jokester role, tried to pull the cooler from underneath CumFartZone’s ass just as she was settling in to scribe.
Luckily she has quick reflexes and a medical emergency was diverted. Dog Breath had blood on trail as did Just Foot Pussy…we are calling his injury “wounded knee” in honor of his heritage. Perhaps we should carry a first aid kit on trail. Some lucky wankers got to hear and see owls. See, it pays to do trail and not sneak off early. Many thanks to Steamy and Stub for a wonderful trail. I especially liked the crackling of the power lines above my head.
*NOTE: Completely&Shamelessly copy-pasted from Puff’s flickr
Real Boring Bitch lectured those that would listen about his expectations for this trail. Incidentally, none were fulfilled. Co-hare dBASED, wearing the same shirt from 4 years ago, gave details about this redo of his M-Word Hash(marriage) to Occasional Rapist. Sadly for us, this trail proved far less successful than has their marriage.
Pearl Necklace’s front yard looked like Sunday Wharf to Barf again but at least no one’s throwing up this time! …yet… Junk Puncher and Hugh Heifer anxiously awaited a check to be solved. Hugh says, I’m not getting any closer to beer standing here!! The San Lorenzo River isn’t sure what to do when it gets to the Boardwalk, part wants to visit the Boardwalk and part wishes to merge with Monterey Bay. A river fording had to happen but luckily no drownings this time around. Even early on Thursday the Santa Cruz Boardwalk was beginning to fill with people. We almost lost trail when crossing the Boardwalk and later learned janitorial personnel ‘cleaned-up’ the flour placed by the hare almost as soon as it was dropped!
Bridge under construction and not safe for pedestrians yet? Hey, not a problem for this hare, just move the damn fence and let the poor hounds fend for themselves as the pack moved across probably illegal property.
Finally we got to the end. Accuprick assumed the role of Religious Adviser and Just Foot Pussy stayed away from the altar as Beer Fairy. RA Accuprick welcomes 1-4 Ho as a visitor whom, I feel I should mention, premiered a new hash song of her own invention for us this night. Backsliders Jizziki, Just Sara, Banana Basher and Pearl Necklace were duly punished.Hugh Heifer was chided for lounging around at the back of circleup swilling-away and not participating in Religion.RA Accuprick details Virgin Eric’s options for Joke, Song or Body Part. He went the joke route. Sorry, harriettes. Hangs Loose drunkenly celebrates his 69th hash with us. He may actually remember it for a week or two as well. Non-runners Pearl Necklace, Deadliest Snatch, Hangs Loose and Broke Bench Mountain were chastised. RA Accuprick allows Dog Breath to take control of the altar and announce his Bring-your-own-pool Pool Party this October. Religion devolves into a discussion over mundane subject matter only made interesting because participants Accuprick and Shallow Hole are intoxicated. Here we see Cuntjungle ‘spooning’ with Poon Doggy. While many of you will find this ‘cute’, personally I found this sight highly disturbing and very unsettling.
Just Sara awaits the RA’s announcement of the result of her naming ceremony. She appears both happy and anxious to learn her hash moniker. Let’s see if that smile survives the RA’s proclamation! Allow me to introduce our newest kennel mate: Bridge Over Troubled Twaters. She appears, well, less than over-joyed shall we phrase it!! We shan’t be divulging THIS to Mom, she’s thinking to herself. Keeping her ‘game face’ on, Bridge Over Troubled Twaters says, At least my name is original! And the hares…the happy groom and bride(plus 4 years) dBASED and Occasional Rapist. Sadly, after THIS trail they were the ONLY one’s smiling! Goodnight from Trail 928. May the Hash go in Peace.
Puff the Magic Drag Queen and the copy-paster Pussy Wood