Summit Hash Number: 1146
Hares: Alibi and Honey Buns
Where: Tackamack Park (Southern part of Blauvelt State Park)
When: Saturday April 12, 2008 at 3:00 pm
Weather: Spectacular: 75 and clear
Hashers: (17) Anal Lick it All, BreastStroke, Clitty Litter, Dancin Fool, Dog E Style, Dogmeat, Finger In, Keyhole, Little Sacs, Massengil, Miscast, Orgasmitron, Papoose, Rear End Wrangler, Seoul Brudda, Twatever, and Whomp em. And: Anya and Quinn
Not to mention: Maggie
Excused absence: GI and Tub Slut.
Honorable mention: Just John
As the hashers arrived, every spot was taken up by a hash car, every spot but one: The one occupied by John. We never got his real name, but we know his game: “A game played all over town, the girls with ten toes up, the men with ten toes down…” He must have been hot in his car, since he spent his time fanning himself with a dollar bills.
This "john" showed Clitty the money, which got her a bit nervous; she then removed valuables from her car and gave to Honey Buns for safekeeping. IE, the currency cooler caused Clitty concern.
By all accounts, this was the first time in its glorious history that Blauvelt hosted the Summit hash. 1145 previous hashes and hares, and no one thought of this awesome venue.
Massengil was still wobbly from a week at sea. He jumped ship mid-Hudson and swam up to the Tappan Zee to get to the hash. Such dedication!
Unofficial pictures of the hash: http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=8vsl89vv.5tqspro3&x=0&y=-l02t28&localeid=en_US
Trail:
The trail was inspired by an unemployed hare. He has time on his hands to explore the area. His reccy forays were rewarded.
Who’s that Keyhole that saved this map? http://maps.google.com/maps?q=http://bbs.keyhole.com/ubb/download.php?Number=878026&t=k&om=1
Blauvelt State Park is a great venue. Ya gotta love a place with a mountain named after Boss Tweed!
William M. Tweed (April 3, 1823 – April 12, 1878), was an American politician who was convicted for stealing over 100 million dollars from New York City taxpayers
That guy puts Mayor Sharpe James to shame. $100,000,000! In 1873!! And he wasn’t even from New Jersey!!!
The chicken-eagle trail was split at a tunnel. This tunnel was the reason the hares stressed the need for appropriate lighting for an afternoon hash. It was purportedly made as part of a firearms range in the early part of last century.
The trail was alternatively rocky, which is typical for the region, but a welcome section was pine padded.
Rear End Wrangler was initially excited to find out what happens at the back of the pack. Apparently he wasn’t that jazzed about the DFL group since he hit the afterburners on his tricked-up cast and disappeared into the woods.
Arriving at the BC the pack was full of good spirits, not that kind, more like good mood. The trail led them through the tall pines and up up up to the top of the aforementioned Tweed Mountain. Along the way, the pack had expansive views of the Hudson River valley. The view from the BC included the Tappan Zee Bridge far below, and midtown Manhattan in the distance.
Does this look like a big head, or is it just me?
Here’s the hare’s resource guide to the park:
Promises promises; with all those critters spotted by the late Ms. Spotter, we saw no Titmice, tufted or not.
Honey Buns said that this is a well known hangout for prostitution....when reccing trail she saw one such service call.
Honey Buns shows off her new, "dollar fan".
Circle
With all the planning and setting the hares neglected a vital component of the hash… more beer than anyone could possibly drink. They only brought an appropriate amount for normal people, thus not enough to have a “Proper Circle” as Big Bird would say. The pack was rounded up and sent packing down the hill to the On-On, Bailey’s Smokehouse. “A freakin’ family restaurant”
We all got our seating figured out by 6:00 and at 6:10 Dogmeat was calling the circle to order. It was a circle in name only. The actual geometric shape was more of a series of irregular polygons. As good as the venue could have been, when we were there, it was overrun by rug-rats who were dragged away from their Nintendos for the afternoon.
That said, the circle was a brief and G-rated affair.
Hares: Alibi and Honey Buns
FRB: Anal and his kilt, and Miscast without his kilt
First into the BC was the still-gimpy Wrangler. (Considering he walked the entire trail, that feat was as mysterious as it was unexplained)
First trail in a while: Clitty Litter.
Then some accusations were heard:
Keyhole was called for trying to see what was under Anal’s hash kilt. It’s a different matter to ask, “What’s under your kilt?” and to actually lift the kilt to see for yourself. The scribe chose to belabor that point because he is also in the “Society of Kilted Hashers”, and such kilt lifting is usually unwelcome.
Over achiever: Dog E Style for haring Rumson’s hash earlier in the day.
Pussy Killer: Little Sacs says he didn’t actually launch the ordinance that left his workplace and landed in a civilian’s house killing the family cat. He was held guilty by association.
Hash dedication: Clitty was called up to congratulate her for renting a car to get herself to the hash.
There may have been other accusations, but they weren’t heard. The din of the restaurant overwhelmed the auditory input of the scribe.
ON-ON
Bailey’s Smokehouse [Rockland County]
at Bailey’s Blauvelt Inn
136 Erie St. E., Blauvelt, NY
The food was plentiful and tasty. The beer was of excellent vintage. What more can we say?
How’s about some pictures of the food?
Check it out:
http://offthebroiler.wordpress.com/2006/06/05/ny-dining-preview-baileys-smokehouse/
On-Out
DogE Style
SHHH Scribe
DES/mmi
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