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Buddha may not have been the original Hasher - but he had the right attitude!

Spouse & Significant Udder Hash Dinner, top of Namsan, May 2nd

Blank Space back tracking from a falsie

Marvel facing the Ultimate Blank Space Trap

Trail Arrow into the bushes

Wingee BaliHite

The Trail

Finding the intersection and initial chalked signs was easy enough but at least five minutes passed before the Pack found True Trail among the veneer green houses leading along a muddy trail to the forested hills.  It was then up on to a stream's jetty and following the bottom contour of a hill.  At a small bridge crossing the stream we encountered our first of several checks.  Thinking the dastardly Hare would take us up hill into the forest most of us headed off in that direction.  Actually the Hare was even more dastardly than imagined since as Blank Space discovered, the trail continued along the stream - thereby confounding our worst expectations.  

After minor zigzagging over vegetable plots the trail took us past several future portions of poshin-tang yapping away on short leashes.  It was then down the hill to the left and out across farm land to a road.  Crossing the road the trail took us up hill into some more farm land and then into the forest and by some remarkably vertical tomb sites.  From there it was into thick forest with chalked warning of the dog.  Taking the Hare's warning to heart, we went cross country for a short stretch to avoid the attack dog piece of trail. 

From there it was short but steep climb on to mountain shoulder and clearing.  Figuring out a check, we plunged down into the dark forest and eventually came out at the base to a clearing - and the Ultimate Blank Space Trap.  Front running Blank Space, BaliHite and STBN Kris negotiated over the obstacle whereas slower and more conservative Capt. Marvel and LeperCon found a way around the barrier.  (Pointing to their heads, the two senior hounds nodded agreement remarking, "Kidneys!")

At this point we stumbled upon the old Circle site and the aforementioned condo that was under construction.  Taking a right-hand turn on the paved road, the True Trail after 100 or so meters turned off to the left into a gravel parking lot and from there to a path that paralleled an irrigation ditch that led the Pack eventually to a church.  Cutting across church grounds allowing us to peek into the sanctuary that featured a white neon cross, the trail took us up across picnic grounds and out on to a dirt lot.  Passing that we found the trail that took us into an incredibly picturesque valley subdivided into small farm plots being attended to by urban "weekend farmers."  After snaking back and forth within the valley, the trail headed for the hills once more.  

At a mineral water spring, a check was found that took us up the hill side and then up some more - and some more, and eventually up some more hillside shaded by evergreens.  Catching our wind we encountered the last check where we collectively discovered more than just one of the trail options that would take us On In to the Circle.

At the circle we were treated to a very nice selection of sandwich cold cuts, home baked brownies by Mrs Ammo, and the de rigueur provision of soft drinks and beer.  Rover inadvertently demonstrated the multiple functionality of the beer cooler lid as being a make-shift sandwich press (the resulting spurting of mayonnaise and mustard was a nice touch).

The Circle

Ammo assumed the position of Grand Pretender (GP) and called upon EM ShiTonya to deliver the Hash Benediction.    (We dispensed with the blowing of the Hash Horn since a), Ammo forgot to bring it; and b), there were two geese within 50 feet who kept up honking making the Horn blowing redundant.)  

Ammo called out for compliments on the Trail and he heard queries along the lines of how many years had he recy'ed the trail? and "nice location, " and bitches by the senior hounds at the faster ones for often not kicking out the checks and when they did often it was in the wrong directions!  Ammo then quoted a Gurka Jerka joke and splashed himself.  He then proclaimed that this week's Wingee was BaliHite.  Special multiple mention was made (by Rover) of late-arriving Rover running the full trail backwards.  In any event, BaliHite was splashed and then read a joke.

It was then working through the Categories which was short work this week as there were no Returning Hashers nor Paid-Up Guests.  However, we had two Newly Paid-up Hashers: STBN Kris and BaliHite.  STBN Kris demonstrated the value of new blood to the organization by telling a joke that no one had heard before.  BaliHite recited a known joke but from memory this time.  For their troubles (and cash) the two were splashed.

The GP decided that he would call up people in order of bitching about the trail.  So first was us was the EM.  ShiTonya noted that as of 6:30 AM that day which was 3:30 PM the day prior in Denver, former GM OverThere had officially retired.  The EM then whipped out a print out of dates centering around the run's number, 1674, noting that John Milton had died in 1674 as had Robert Herric (spelling? and who knows who he was anyway!)  Also on 1674 the Province of Maine was granted by Charles II.  And on 1674 non-conformist hymn writer (sounds like a Hasher from here) Isaac Watts was born.  There were several boring dates including the last one of a Polish king being elected by his peers on that date.  My, my...

Blank Space  and Shillae were called up and competently told known jokes and were splashed.  Capt Marvel was then called up and produced photo copies from the English language Korean newspapers showing a popular kids' cartoon figure in multiple sexual positions - though we may presume that was not the cartoonist's conscious objective.  Also Marvel produced a photo and a manly news article from the Korea Herald of an all male ballet troop visiting Korea to perform "Swan Lake."  An all-male "Swan Lake" brought back memories of the 1988 Hash Bash when the Seoul Hash had made a bloody good attempt of performing the same piece in public.  He then ended his time up front telling a joke of the side effects of substituting chicken blood for human blood - makes the men more cocky and the women lay better.

LeperCon was then called up.  He gave an extended version of an old joke but retold around the days when ShiTonya taught geography at the University of Washington.  For this he was splashed.  At this point the GM spoke up to say that Taxi Ho, the GM, and Farty Breath wished to be remembered at the Circle.

With that the GP called on STBN Kris to inquire about which way he might feel like going this time of the evening - to which the new hasher suggested "to the OnOn?"  Wrong.  So Capt. Marvel was called upon to do the honors and quite correctly he pointed Way Down South to set the pack into song.  Upon completion, the fire was lit.  (That's right, you read correctly.)  OB1 produced a zippo lighter and lit the news articles brought by Marvel and then started shredding the beer six-pack cartons for the flames.  Since this was a quick fire, Marvel waited a minute and dutifully pissed it out that last tiny flame.

From then it was OnOn to the MMT and elsewhere - and then only a half week until the next run which will take place on Wednesday from 6:00 PM to mark the start of the summer season.