Hash Trash - Trail 248

Hash Trash Trail 248 "Where the Hillbilly Debauchery All Began Trail" 1 Sept 2013

(Hare's perspective)

The pack gathered at the Whorenton Wal-Mart on a bright sunny day - Thanks RA! Pack consisted of Deer Penthouse, DIVA, All the Way In, Cosmo Made Me Cum, No Sex on My Period, Care Bear, Beaver Receiver, Oki-Chin Chin, Box Buster, NFHN Brian, NFHN (?) from WV (Martinsburg), Hair Bear and XXX, XXX, XXX, and Firetruck.

The Brown Bag's were tossed into a pile and Chalk Talk commenced with some non-hillbilly marks were drawn on the parking lot...the last hardtop the pack saw for trail.

Hare was blessed and he took off like a bolt of lightening (damn Custer can move when he needs to!) Trail marks were clear and plentiful for all of trail. Lots of flour and toilet paper to ensure the pack had no complaints about not finding trail!

During the live haring of this self (and pack) admittedly fantastic trail, Custer could hear the whistles of the pack until the first changing station by the elementary school. Custer watched as the poodle skirt, Star Wars helmet, blind-man's walking stick, panties, New Shoes, and other items changed wearers. Then the pack hit the shiggy to the shot check which brought the pack together to enjoy a gallon of Appletinni....there wasn't any left for the foraging animals or the first of many property owners the pack was bound to encounter.

After that Custer lost visibility and hearing of the pack while he sprinted ahead and continued live laying of this not-so-public trail....Custer lied? Say it isn't so!

At Finish, hours (or was it day's later?) The whistles and groans of the pack started to be heard. Finish was located at a shady grove in a very private spot where all sorts of nakedness ensued....it was all the typical nakedness, so no-biggie. Everyone was drunk as Custer ensured there was plenty of alcoholic beverages were available for more hashers than showed up.

At that point all the stories of property owner encounters, gripes about how big the hills were, how deep and cold the water crossings were, how thick the shiggy was and dammit all, how fast Custer was!

After circle, Jed even got an email from one of the property owners. She commented that her workers first saw a single runner flinging "white powder" over every plant and rock in a straight line, but was moving so fast nothing other than a blur was seen (so obviously Custer!) and then later a group of slow walking, stumbling "hashers" were caught by her farm hands and questioned severally. While she wasn't angry, she wished that she had been asked permission. Sounds like a mis-management issue to the Hare....well....at least Custer wasn't caught!

And that is my story and I am sticking to it.

SSC