Hash 1332: A suggested guide to scribing and a new reign for dBASED

November 28, 2024Uncategorizeddbased

Before I discuss the wonders of hash 1332, I need to write something I’ve wanted to write for a long time. That is, why I think even having a scribe is important and how I think it should work. First, I want to say Puff has been doing a great job, but it is not the job I personally envision. If you want to see some titles of old good hash trashes click here. Sadly, all the links there appear to no longer work, but you can get idea of what used to happen.

I do think that creating a good weekly hash trash is generally hard work. That’s because it is hard to say something new each week. Read on for how I think this can be solved.

Now, I want to discuss how the hash trash worked when I started hashing. No, not with Surf City, but with the Long Beach Hash. Before the internet. Before most people had email (I had it). Heck, a lot of people did not even have a computer. And, of course, some of you were not born. The Long Beach Hash weekly PRINTED a two page, 2 sided newsletter. The first thing there was the trash from the previous hash. When you arrived at a hash, one of the first things you did was pick up the hash trash and find out what someone thought about last weeks hash. If you didn’t show up, the trash would be sent via US Mail for the first 2 or 3 weeks you did not show up. Other than a writeup from the previous hash, the hash trash also contained where the next hash was, the hareline, announcements, and maybe some jokes (if there was space for it).

Hares were expected to recruit a scribe. Typically, when a hare started setting a trail, they would be asked who their scribe was. Often, hares and scribes swapped for each other. IOW, if you scribe for me when I am a hare, I will scribe for you when you are a hare. While this scenario would solve what I want – it is not what I propose. I propose the job of our hash scribe is to recruit scribes, upload what they have written to the web site, and harass anyone who says they will do and they do not. Scribing should be like haring – everyone should do it every once in a while. If you have to be the scribe once every 3 months, it should not be too big a deal. Funny is good, but a different voice (other than Puff!) is great. Trash’s just need to be original in my book.

One of my favorite trash’s of all time went like this:. Step 1, wake up from hang over (the hash was on a Sunday morning) and look at clock. Step 2, look at last week’s hash trash and see who the hares were and where it was. Step 3, if the hares were the Bator Brothers (think of Dung Fu X2 and no Turkey trail) – go back to sleep or fuck the hasher you met last night one more time. This was all done with the aid of hand drawn pictures (no one had digital cameras).

Another favorite hash trash is one I wrote for a hash I did not attend! The year I was the On-Sec for Long Beach, my most prolific author was Doggie Style. She was very good 99% of time. One week she fucked up and didn’t get me the write-up before my deadline. So, I made something up and every third sentence was Fuck You Doggie Style. Most people appreciated my humor. However, I did get a pie in the face for it (I knew it was coming) and the person in charge of mailing the hash trash considered it pornography and tore off the cover page with the write up before sending it in the mail.

I printed that newsletter every week for a year. I got writeups in all sorts of ways. Hand written. Printed. On floppy disk. Rarely via email – because only a couple people had it. It was a lot of work putting it all together, but I didn’t have to be original, which I thought was harder. So, our hash scribe’s job would be a lot easier, as everyone has email. (However, no one has floppy disks!) They wouldn’t have to print it, and getting it done by the next hash wouldn’t be a requirement. When I was printing newsletters each week, I believe I did do my fair share of scribing. So, the hash scribe likely would do this as well.

So, what do you think? Would everyone be willing to scribe periodically for the benefit of all? Or, are you you all just a bunch of lazy bastards and prefer to have Puff just do his thing?

–

Now, on to the glory of this week’s hash. It started at Woodhouse at Blending and Brewing. Was the small turn out due to last week’s AGM, the third hash in a row in the same area (trail went past portions the past 2 weeks trail), the recent cold weather, or fear of another dBASED haring? Take your pick.

Here’s a picture of last week’s hash as done by Steamy Baanoreah:

Highlights of trail:

Thru the Mission district and over the Highway 1 bridge
Down the locust street steps
Around City Hall
Up Green street and to the other side of the mission
Down the steep steps of the mission
Down the river levy to the government center bridge (where Jersey Lunch Box caught the hares)
Back up the river levy, across the pedestrian bridge next to highway 1.
Once across the bridge, turkeys went into the parking lot and the beer check The Eagles did a loop in Harvey West which included the bike path, railroad tracks, a trek through the Costco parking lot, before returning back to the bike path. The Eagles once again caught up with dBASED a little bit before returning to the bike path and returning to the Turkey Trail.

Along the way, a homeless person swung at co-hare Courtesy Flush and missed. Courtesy Flush was worried about homeless people and their dogs accosting hashers, but this never happened, The first Turkey (Broke Bench) finished near when the first Eagles finished. The remaining Turkeys finished together and the remaining Eagle (Steamy Baanorhea) finished last.

And now the part you have been waiting for. The beginning of the reign as RA of dBASED.

Serving a second non consecutive term where previously I did not receive a majority of the vote and this time I did, I believe I have received a mandate from the hash. I will do what I have promised – give down downs to hounds without whistles and hares who do not cap their falses. I will reward those who are loyal to me by making them beer fairy and vilify my opponents, such as those who talk during region. Sadly, I cannot lower taxes.

I shall not abdicate my role as RA due to large crowds, haring, drunkenness, or general malaise as my predecessors have done. I shall attempt to repeat the motions of previous esteemed RA’s such as Butt Balls and Accuprick and perhaps even Banana Basher and Timmy!

As we began religion, I noticed everyone had formed a tight circle before I had even requested it. Surely my aura must be magnificent! Everyone was reminded to bring a whistle to future hashes or absorb my wrath. FRB and DFL were honored. I got a 1150 run patch. The hares were punished for being caught. 6 of 9 was honored not having his cohort (the homeless) attack hashers.

Before the hash had started, I asked the Woodhouse how late the kitchen would be open. They told me 9:00. Sadly, even when we arrived at 8:30, it was closed. Timmy, Puff and 6 of 9 stayed to drink, others went out in the wilds of Santa Cruz in search of nourishment.

Hash 1277: Wino By the Sea

December 6, 2023UncategorizedIHOP

So, there we were, gathering for Hash 1277 at Wino by the Sea, led by hares Cum You Will Not and Baker’s Dozen’t. The start of the trail was as elusive as a cat in a laser show, leading some brave souls to nearly take an unexpected polar plunge in their birthday suits. Turns out, the trail was firmly on land, and the hashers were saved from a chilly swim. Crisis averted! The beer check at the lighthouse turned into a high-stakes safety meeting, with hashers dancing on the edge of disaster. Some narrowly dodged an impromptu swim, proving once again that hashers are a group with a talent for turning simple tasks into extreme sports. Religion was back on the wharf where hashers were serenaded by Just Polly and the dance floor witnessed a hash wide twerkfest.

On on!

-IHOP

Hash Twelve-75: Wizard Hash II

November 23, 2023UncategorizedCircleGherkin

The Surf City Hash House Harriers’ 1275th run, “Wizard Hash II,” was a spellbinding affair on out from Ocean View Park. Hounds and hares re-discovered their one power, turning beer cans into staffs… one can at a time. Turns out “Accio beer” only works at beer checks.

Clinkus Cannus Maximus! To our hares, Pink Cherry Licker (The Wicked Bitch of the Yeast) and Dung-Fu Grip (The Brew-Ho (“Butts and Beer.”)).

Tipsy Wizards Tally: Broke Bench Mountain, Oral-D, Steamy Baanorrhea, Jersey Lunchbox, TIMMY!!, dBASED, Occasional Rapist, Cum,U Will Not!, Radies Man, Clearly not a Hooker, Fucked-Over Fest, Princess Di(arrhea), Thmp-Thmp, Circle Gherkin, Hugh Heifer. Canines: Spot’d Dick, Swamp Rat, Scratch and Sniff.

Flash

Hash Twelve-74: AGM,What a Horrendous Horde of Hounds!

November 12, 2023SCH3 TrashPuff

Welcome,

To AGM twenty-3. You undeserving dawgs have survived another year of Hashing (relatively) unscathed. No fatalities this year even though Dung-Fu Grip and dBASED tried their damnedest to thin our ranks. They failed though, just as did as hares.

Let’s set the stage and put the players in place for another comedic tragedy in one act. Current co-GMs Cumz Out My Nose and Broke Bench Mountain are preparing to cede the their role as ring leaders of the shitshow and hand over the reins of their reign to the next set of victims. We also have current RAs Pink Cherry Licker and Dung-Fu Grip waiting in the wings as the next lambs-to-the-slaughter GMs. By virtue of the fact they are the only (4) nominees on the ballot, I feel confident in predicting the future in this particular instance. All other Mismanagement positions are open but there seems to be little interest. Practically no one has campaigned except PCL and Dung-Fu and they are running unopposed. Most hashers will probably nominate kennel mates they do not like in an effort to irritate them. This will complicate the task of vote coagulating by Banana Basher and Cumz Out My Nose as they must remember who requested they not be appointed to certain positions but other positions that they WOULD accept. Graft, corruption, cronyism and the stuffing of the ballot box are the order of the day come AGM time. Just like in Chicago, vote early, vote often! Tammany Hall cannot hold not a candle to the political intricacies, meanderings and subterfuge of the mighty Surf City H3 political machine! So, in brief, that’s how the pack entered Vino-by-the-Sea on the evening of November the ninth, twenty-23. Everyone was on the menu and apt to be fingered by someone before the (new) GMs dismissed the pack well into the night. Raise the curtain and put the actors into action.

The room rapidly filled with hashers, twenty-5 to be exact plus two four-legged ones. I do not believe we should include Apple Bobber in such as this is his usual watering hole and it just happened to coincide with AGM. He was abhorred to see us invading his personal space. Socializing always runs rampant at AGM. This is our birthday party and we take this annual opportunity to take a breather from (deservedly) mocking our kennel mates and instead telling them how much we’ve enjoyed their company this year and bringing everyone up to date on the various events transpiring in their lives. Soon enough we know we will return to our usual vindictive ways telling each other how crappy their trail was, how clumsy they were in that minimal shiggy, how they called on-on before the third mark, that they whined when they followed dBASED and then discovered he wasn’t even CLOSE to being on true trail, how the RA always undeservedly awards them punitive down-downs and they didn’t do nothing, how the Hare Raiser won’t leave them the fuck alone if they don’t hare every six weeks, the sad fact the Beermeister always stocks the Beer Trough with crap offerings, why does the chip selection never have something worth putting in their mouth, trails are frequently too long, trails are frequently too short, why are the attractive Virgins always already with someone, when they hare why is it always cold, dark, rainy or all three; the list of our whining complaints continues almost ad infinitum. But let’s get back to AGM, as I said, we will soon revert to being the same pitiable wankers as before.

In their last act of defiance, the GMs waited until damn near 7PM to make Instructions of Trail announcement. The only commonality between this and their previous announcements is that it told us not one friggin’ item of any value towards trail. Hare away.

Fifteen minutes, and then some, were expended continuing with fierce socializing. There was no need to waste time settling bar tabs as everyone was prepaid for the evening. Soon enough though Banana Basher called for Circleup for Introductions and he then heard from: Courtesy Flush, dBASED, Hugh Heifer, Steamy Baanorrhea, CumFart Zone, Thmp-Thmp, Princess Di(arrhea), Worm, Today Is Monday, TIMMY!!, Circle Gherkin’, Clearly not a Hooker, Dung-Fu Grip, Hareless, Pink Cherry Licker, Snake Me Anywhere, Just Foot Pussy, Bacon Queef, FapJack, Cum,U Will Not and Puff the Magic Drag Queen. Our birthday canine contingency was Spot’d Dick and Scratch and Sniff. Pack out.

This was a mercifully short outing. Down the stairs and circle on-left to the very end of the wharf where Broke Bench poured copious quantities of cheap tequila, some of which were offered to mortals that were in the area and wondered what-the-hell was goin’ on. I am not sure all of them understood the explanation of Hashing but they seemed to understand ‘Free Liquor’! The hare then suggested hounds head to their favorite nearby bar for a drink. It appears a number of hounds skipped Liquor Check and went directly to their favorite bar to begin with. So went trail this night. Back to Vino.

It was now face feed time and the options were excellent for vegetarians and non-vegetarians alike. Seconds and thirds were the order of the day. And then came desert! I need not waste your time recounting such, it’s common knowledge and still stored within our memory banks. (and possibly our waistlines)

Now came the climax of the evening, well, maybe just the FIRST of those for a lucky few of you. Announcement of the victims, I find it difficult to characterize them as winners in this context, of the balloting became pubic. GMs, of course, are now repeat offenders Pink Cherry Licker and Dung-Fu Grip. Even running unopposed they did not receive 100% of the votes. That should be a forewarning of what is to befall us this year. Some people, apparently, do NOT learn from their mistakes. They will get what they so richly deserve. Cum,U Will Not! will continue as Social Sexretary. Oops, I meant Secretary. FapJack will continue mercilessly harassing the mortal shit right out of us as Hare Raiser. Key-rist! Clearly not a Hooker assumes the position of Haberdasher and will implore us to purchase overpriced, low quality attire that will disintegrate upon the first washing. While I have heard rumors this is not her FAVORITE position, she said she’ll make it work to her advantage and intends to derive great pleasure from it. We will have to endure a Triumvirate of Terror in the Scribing sector this year consisting of Circle Gherkin'(anticipate lurid tales of bizarre sexual exploits[poor Just Megan]), International House of Pussy(her handle says it all[this is her just desert for not attending]) and Cumz Out My Nose(she promises to get even with the a-holes who verbally abused her as GM this year). Steamy Baanorrhea, the cheap-ass bastard, will manage a rotating schedule of Beermeisters next year thereby allowing him to pay nothing to Hash and providing him with an endless supply of free beer while imposing his will on others to take over every few months. For our compliment of Religious Advisers, get an earful of this. Lead RA will be Thmp-Thmp, a harrier that attended but a handful of Hashes this year. His possible replacement is Jersey Lunchbox, a harrier that lives fifty friggin’ miles distant. I guess he can RA by Zoom. As a last resort we must endure TIMMY!! This decrepit clown is so damned old he only wears his Hash necklace so he can remember his name. Continuing in his role as destroyer of info, AKA On-Sec, will be dBASED. Those of you that have watched the wild swings in the Hash Count know what potentially awaits us next year.

So, there’s your Mismanagers/Manglers for the approaching twelve months. I wish you luck. I intend to be so far in the background you won’t even remember who I am.

Soon after the completion of the balloting results were completed, hashers began exiting at an alarming rate probably to avoid having to help clean up and/or not be present if the police raid the festivities.

This Hash, as well as this year, is over.

The preceding was a factual accounting of actual events though possibly not as they actually occurred. One should never allow the facts to stand in the way of a good story. Do not allow the profound to become the enemy of the interesting.

A Scribe’s sole purpose is to provide entertainment to their kennel mates. Whether or not they are successful in this endeavor remains a subject open to debate.

I chose not to complicate this Hash Trash with facts thereby allowing me to extract almost any end I desired. It was with this motive in mind I recounted the events that comprised Hash Twelve-74.

By Special Appointment of His Royal Majesty ‘G’, this Hash Trash has been compiled and printed by permission of no one other than the author at Santa Cruz, Ca., or elsewhere if need be, on this, the twelfth day of November in the year of our Hash two-thousand twenty-three.

Submitted with all respect due,

Puff

the

Magic Drag Queen

Surf City H3 Scribe

(retired)

Hash Twelve-73: Noche de los Muertos

November 4, 2023SCH3 TrashPuff

Night of the Dead,

Dead on arrival trail. Let’s closely examine the facts relating to the harrowing hell Hooker humped us with.

Starting from Jose’s Taco Bar adjacent to Jose’s Cantina next door to the Palomar Restaurant was a brilliant move on Hooker’s part. Sadly, her brilliance came and went in this one fell swoop. Most people foolishly wasting their time reading this Trash are fans of at least two of these three venues if not all of them. So, as I said, this was a brilliant ploy on the part of our Hooker. No matter how often one of our incompetent hares pulls the ploy of a pleasurable starting point immediately followed by a shitty trail, it still never fails to place the pack in a happy mood and makes the merry members of this madness forget that what is to follow will be substantially less pleasing than where we are right now. Frequently pre-lube is more exciting that trail. Tonight was no exception to this maxim.

Less than a dozen intrepid hounds showed snout for this edition of the misadventures of the Hooker. That should have served warning to the fools that DID that this trail would soon go sadly awry. But, being the half-minds that we are…we stayed…and suffered the results of our idiocy.

Well past the announced time of 6:33, Hooker delivered Instructions of Trail. This was due, at least in part, to the fact SHE was not there at 6:33. For that brief moment in time, the pack saw a glimmer of hope on the horizon and began making plans to go directly to Religion which would allow for an exquisitely long on-on-on at Woodstock Pizza. Sadly, the hare showed though. Instructions touted the presence of a Liquor Check and some type of pagan altar where we were to place items from those that have joined The Great Circleup In The Sky. I do not know, nor do I wish to know, what manner of nefarious activity she intended to use those items for, I just made the decision I would not participate in such skullduggery. Hare away.

A part of the next fifteen minutes was watching the recently-arrived co-GMs consume an entire meal in just those fifteen minutes. Scratch and Sniff would have given them a high-five paw had he witnessed their voracious appetite. Just in time for Circleup, Broke Bench Mountain, with a mouthful of taco, told the troops to assemble outside. His action resulted in responding barks from: TIMMY!!, Pink Cherry Licker, Steamy Baanorrhea, International House of Pussy, dBASED, Occasional Rapist, Dung-Fu Grip, Circle Gherkin’ and Puff the Magic Drag Queen. Tonight’s canine contingency was on the slim side with only Junk Puncher and Scratch and Sniff in attendance. Pack out.

Trail took Frazier Lewis Lane to Front Street and on-left there to the evening’s first check at Cooper Street. This was soon solved and it was on-left to Pacific, on-right to Locust Street and on-left to Cedar Street. The check here proved problematic. It seem hounds continued on Locust but on the wrong side of the street and consequently missed the false markings on the OTHER side of Locust. Returning from Center Street after finding no other marks, Steamy found the false markings and everyone returned to Cedar and began the process again. Trail was eventually discovered on Cedar and took the mob to Mission Street. Once there, it was across Mission, on-right to North Pacific and on-left there. Most of we mongrels knew our fate; the Anthony stairs on-up to Mission Hill. And it was. And there was no rejoicing.

Once Mission Hill was crested it was along School Street. Upon seeing marker turn on-right onto to Emmett Street, wise short-cutters went directly through Mission Plaza Park as it was obvious our destination was the pedestrian bridge bridging Highway 1. On the High Street end of the over-crossing, a check send hounds scurrying on-up High but they soon returned empty-pawed and it was on-right onto the obscenely long-named Coral-Evergreen-High Cycleway. This is a densely dark section of macadam known most notably for it’s over-abundance of highwaymen. Miraculously, everyone escaped unscathed this night. At the bottom of the hill, it was on-left onto Evergreen Street followed by the anticipated on-left on-up into Evergreen Cemetery. Trail led the litter al the way to the top to Fawn Path where the Liquor Check was discretely hidden behind a marker. We then continued along to Fawn Path to Glory Path. Just off Glory Path on Oak Path some type of sacrificial structure was found where heathens, pagans or both, left sacrifices. We exited the area rather quickly.

Back on-down Glory Path we went and soon made an on-left, walked on someone’s grave(how rude!) and on-left again and exited the bone yard into Harvey West Park. Here we crossed the street and once past the cricket field(CRICKET?!?) turned on-right to Harvey West Boulevard and on-right. Soon though the pod was pointed on-left through the Costco gas station to Sylvania Avenue and on-left to Encinal Street. At Encinal it was on-right past the former Bocci’s Cellar(R.I.P.) to Highway 9 and directly across into the Tannery Arts Center and then on-right on the Tannery Arts cycleway and under Highway 1. That was another sketchy section of an already sketchy trail. Once on-up onto the levee, hounds breathed a sigh of relief. We continued along the levee until a huge flour arrow directed the horde of hounds to on-left and on-down to the banks of the river for Beer Check. NOW there was some rejoicing.

Upon completion of our business here it was on-in to Religion atop Sword Fighters parking garage on River Street. Once reassembled(what happened to Broke Bench Mountain and Cumz Out My Nose?!?) Pink Cherry Licker cranked up her Religion machine and issued the following down-downs. TIMMY!! who, thanks to a Hash Count error and subsequent correction, celebrated FOUR analversaries(!), dBASED for screwing-up the database resulting in TIMMY’s four analversaries; those that availed themselves of the multitude of opportunities along this trail to pee many times; backsliders were busted; the hare for a lousy liquor at Liquor Check; IHOP for getting lost and ending up walking almost the entirety of trail. Woodstock here we…Oh. That damned hare. Almost forgot her. Well, the pack agreed the Dia de los Muertos theme was well-served by visiting Evergreen Cemetery and the Beer Check in the riverbed was scenic, it’s just that everything in between sucked! This Hash is over. Off to Woodstock Pizza and playing trivia.

A Scribe’s sole purpose is to provide entertainment to their kennel mates. Whether or not they are successful in this endeavor remains a subject open to debate.

I chose not to complicate this Hash Trash with facts thereby allowing me to extract almost any end I desired. It was with this motive in mind I recounted the events that comprised Hash Twelve-73.

By Special Appointment of His Royal Majesty ‘G’, this Hash Trash has been compiled and printed by permission of no one other than the author at Santa Cruz, Ca., or elsewhere if need be, on this, the fifth day of November in the year of our Hash two-thousand twenty-three.

Submitted with all respect due,

Puff

the

Magic Drag Queen

Surf City H3 Scribe

Hash Twelve-72: Longest 3 mile trail ever!

October 28, 2023SCH3 TrashPuff

Happy Hallowe’en!

On the other side of the coin…another Summer’s promise is almost gone. And what more accurate way to confirm it’s demise than by being subjected to another edition of the Jersey Lunchbox and Circle Gherkin’ Shit Show. This trail would have proven lethal to anyone under the age of eighteen. These two jokers will be consigned to such depths of the netherworld that they could not be found even with assistance from an asbestos bloodhound. This sets the stage for this tragic play in one act.

Let’s set the venue. Brady’s Yacht Club. The original owner named it such to mock the nearby Santa Cruz Yacht Club and it was the last business in Santa Cruz to get a phone. The City Council dictated all businesses must have a phone in case of an emergency. So, finally, Brady’s installed a phone…a pay phone on the Seabright Avenue-facing outside wall of the building! Needless to say, this did not appease the Powers that Be so they acquiesced and had one installed inside but made sure the number was unlisted. While you may find the interior decor unsettling, this place looks like a cross between a grandfather clock and a pirate ship, and you may occasionally get poked in your posterior with a pool stick due to the close quarters, three shots of Jamison and you’ll be a happy hasher. It is also a good way to keep your mind off the impending trail. A number of people adhered to the upcoming Hallowe’en festivities and came in costume. However, with some of the attendees it was impossible to separate their usual attire from their Hallowe’en getup. Welcome to Santa Cruz! I do not believe it a stretch to say the best part of this trail was NOT trail but rather the announcement on it’s Facebook page. Everything went down hill from there.

A little late, Circle Gherkin’ delivered Instructions of Trail and made reference to QR codes that would be strategically placed at various places on what was promised to be a three mile trail that would give directions for the next section of trail. Novel idea and made even better by being voiced by Vincent Price. Too bad it didn’t work as well in actuality as it did in theory. Hares out.

Fifteen minutes of our lives were now spent finishing drinks, paying our tab and ignoring how dark it is these days even prior to on-out. Once these tasks were completed co-GMs Cumz Out My Nose and Broke Bench Mountain requested a Circleup for Introductions and heard from the following: Steamy Baanorrhea, Hareless, Oral-D, TIMMY!!, dBASED, Cum,U Will Not!, Snake Me Anywhere, Pink Cherry Licker, FapJack, Worm, Rubik’s Pube, Radies Man, Clearly Not A Hooker, Thmp-Thmp, Princess Di(arrhea), Just Megan, Just Foot Pussy, Bacon Queef, Courtesy Flush and Puff the Magic Drag Queen. This week’s canine contingency consisted of Spot’d Dick, Scratch and Sniff and Bitey McFuck You. Pack out.

We were ejected out Brady’s rear to an on-right onto Cypress Avenue. A block later it was on-right onto Murray Street followed by an on-left onto Seabright Avenue to a check at Logan Street. One mark sent the pack scurrying on Seabright but no more were found. Trail turned out to take Logan to Mott Avenue and on-left to the railroad tracks and a check. This was another check that took a while to solve but eventually trail was found on-right along the tracks to the locals-only path leading to Mountain View Avenue and the first QR clue of the night. By the time the QR code was scanned, Steamy Baanorrhea had already discovered trail on Hiawatha followed by an on-right onto(into?) Alley 1017. This is a challenging event as security lights are tripped, dogs bark and neighbors get suspicious. Back to Logan and it was on-left to Buena Vista Avenue to a check at the locals-only trail leading on-left and another QR check. Steamy located trail onto the locals-only path and then on-left and on-up into Oceanview Park. After being subjected to a circuitous route, the BN mark was observed and we arrived at the end of the park overlooking the river. The hares requested a 5 minute lead time before the QR code here was scanned.

Scanning this code gave us another cryptic clue so sniffing for trail was performed. It was necessary for trail to on-down to East Cliff Drive and once there marker pointed the pod on-left. To shorten this tale, trail took the troops to Princes Park overlooking the Boardwalk for Liquor Check. The covey coagulated there for the appropriate time and then took off again pursuing the hare-pair. Trail returned to East Cliff Drive and sauntered along the remaining sections of the street until making an on-left onto 4th Avenue and then a check at Atlantic Avenue. This proved to be another difficult one to solve but eventually it was on-right onto Atlantic followed by an on-right onto the jetty walkway leading out to the Walton Lighthouse. Little by little, like a slow acting poison, the pack was beginning to die on this trail. A far smaller number of hounds arrived at the lighthouse for Candy Check than showed snout at Liquor Check. After withstanding the bay breeze as long as possible, on-in was instituted…with Steamy Baanorrhea as the hare! Circle Gherkin’, the original hare for this section, hid his face in shame and said he hoped Steamy could salvage some value from this trail. Steamy took us through the harbor parking lot and on-left on the railroad tracks to the site for Religion on Watson Street just off Seabright.

Once the remnants of the now-downsized pack arrived, Pink Cherry Licker began issuing down-downs. Here’s a sampling of this issued this night: visitor Radies Man was welcomed, backsliders were punished, birthday celebrators were honored, Broke Bench Mountain for falling hard on trail, those poor souls whose spouses abandoned them to stay at the bar and best costume contest. Now it was off to…oh. The hares. They were lauded for the QR code idea and told to keep working on it until they got it right. Also a four mile-plus trail is NOT a three mile trail. This Hash is over. Now it was off to Engfer’s Pizza to plague the owner Liz with our presence. I also have it on good authority a small number of hashers hit The Blue Lounge after Engfer’s.

A Scribe’s sole purpose is to provide entertainment to their kennel mates. Whether or not they are successful in this endeavor remains a subject open to debate.

I chose not to complicate this Hash Trash with facts thereby allowing me to extract almost any end I desired. It was with this motive in mind I recounted the events that comprised Hash Twelve-72.

By Special Appointment of His Royal Majesty ‘G’, this Hash Trash has been compiled and printed by permission of no one other than the author at Santa Cruz, Ca., or elsewhere if need be, on this, the twenty-ninth day of October in the year of our Hash two-thousand twenty-three.

submitted with all respect due,

Puff

the

Magic Drag Queen

Surf City H3 Scribe