Joint Summit / Rümsön Häsh 1142 3/22/08

Hash Number 1142
Hares: Anal Lick it All and Mr. Jackson
Location: Liberty Tavern – Union NJ
Weather: Sunny, low 50's – perfect
Attendees: (23) Anal, Breaststroke, Brother Mike, Camel Bowels, Dave the Mason, Dead Man Walking, Dr. O, Elephant Dick, Flicker, GI, IRA, JR, Just Michelle, Keyhole, Miscast, Mr. Jackson, Papoose, Seoul Brudda, Sex, Tight Lips, Tub Slut, Twatever, Whomp 'em, Wrangler and I think a few others I am forgetting.

So there we were, on the first Saturday of Spring, also Easter Saturday hanging out at a bar at 10:45 am. Nothing like celebrating the warmer weather waiting for friends to arrive standing around a parking lot. As more and more people started to arrive a lot of discussion went into where people should park with there being limited parking available in the primary lot, most people not seeing the secondary lot and those late cummers filling the street.

As 11:15 approached Mr. Jackson went into something he rarely if ever does, no not his Depends, but Chalk Talk. Seeing that Rumson does not use this little prep talk to warn the hashers of their upcumming doom he was a little rusty in what actually to say during this diatribe. He got through it well enough and sent the pack off in a hurry.

The runners were off like the wind with the walkers staying behind to hear the shortcutting directions right to the beer check.

(Below notes on trail are either be made up or taken from drunken hashers due to the fact that I was the hare and drove to the Beer Check to bring libations to thirsty hashers).

The pack found the first check easily enough and most went to and fro on the adjacent streets to the check. Twatever, seeing a small entry to a bunch of shiggy diligently goes straight for the bush. Dave the Mason asked her if she had inside information and her reply was "No, but I think I know Anal well enough to know where he is going to take us" and sure enough that is where trail went. Straight through mud, prickers, shiggy and swamp land for the next mile or so. There were water crossings, a chicken eagle split and lots of water to get everyone wet and dirty.

Mr. Jackson and I took the feeble and injured, Wrangler with his broken foot, directly to the beer check. We had just enough time to park the car and walk over to the place in the woods where the pack was going to meet us when Twatever comes bursting out of the woods like a bear is chasing her. Not even a minute later the walkers arrive from their short cutting ways and within 2 more minutes almost every eagle made their way into the beer check. A damn fine job by the hares to keep that pack together and have every one arrive within a 5 minutes span. All the thirsty hashers had was a fine case of Budweiser supplied by Mr. Jackson. No water or chips for those not inclined to the King of Beers.

After the Beer Check the pack was given simple direction of leave the woods, cross the bridge and look for the next check. Well this must have been to much information for Seoul Brudda because he leaves the woods and starts looking around aimlessly until Twatever saves him from traffic and send him down trail. Trail from the beer check stay just to the west of the Raritan River heading south until it joined some previously hashed territory in Springfield by a drainage ditch and old railroad crossing. Across the decrepit tracks and back to Liberty Ave where trail made a beeline back to the Tavern. Overall one hell of a trail.

Back at the Tavern it was simple enough, $5 on the bar and Mr. Jackson paid for your bar tab for 15 minutes. This work like a charm and everyone seemed happy. No circle, no accusations, no songs, just happy hashers enjoying a beer and some food with friends.

On On until Monday Night. Camel Bowels will be taking us through the bowels of Kearney for the Summit Full Moon Hash.

Scribe in practice,
Anal Lick it All