05 November 2005
7. And On the Ninth Day of Hashing
Atlanta H4 - 5 July 2003
What: AH4 on 5 July 03
When: After the rain sort-of stopped at 1:30p
Where: The Home Depot on Tilly Mill off of PT Industrial.
Why: Because we do this every week. Duh.
Who threw flour: Dog and Taco
Who tried to find flour: Tripod, Ouch, Trick, Bean, ShowYerAnus, Cavity, Lost, Dicker, Packer, Fucowee, Sh1t for Brains (from San Diego) and some first-timer who will now be unofficially known as Priest in Training.
OK, I’ve already mentioned the rain, and I won’t be able to stress it enough. I personally see nothing wrong with pre-laying if it helps guarantee that the whole group gets in, but it really hurts when it pours so hard that it washes away the marks. And oh yes, the marks definitely got washed away. But actually, it’s really cool when you turn a corner and look down a street to see hashers bending over, staring at the ground, then staring at each other, desperately hoping for confirmation of a find.
I got to the start just minutes after the deluge subsided. It started sprinkling right before the pack took off, and SYA decided to bimbo because he didn’t want to get wet. The pack was instructed to look for flour behind some metal sheds, and the pack looked there, then looked everywhere else in the area before giving up and tracking down Taco. She hadn’t left yet, and we asked for a hint. Imagine our embarrassment when the first mark was actually sort-of visible in the pine needles right before the tree line. Well, the amount of flour was lacking a bit, but it was one of the biggest marks of the day.
After a painfully long time, we succeeded in finding a few more marks that took us down a hill to the street below. Going any further required the pack to split up, with some hounds boxing quite heavily, while others just stood in confusion at the last mark. Some of the pack desperately searched the glorious shiggy nearby, almost certain that marks could be found either in hamsterland or in the creek, but nothing transpired. Instead, part of the pack finally found flour on the assfault. And we finally all went, yard by yard, through the streets looking for anything that appeared to be flour. Some of the marks on trees were obvious, but they ended up being really far apart. The whole pack finally got back together after a lucky bout of boxing by a few of the hounds. (But where was the visitor Sh1t for Brains?)
We finally ended up on a major street to find the remnants of a check. Between the difficulty of the check and the Mystery Mark, after a good 25 minutes, a lot of us were about ready to give up and go back to the start. As luck would have it, Dog and SYA drove up, and SYA guided us to the end. Luckily, S4B also found Dog, and was able to get directions to the end. He managed to catch up with the rest of the pack right before we all got to the end.
The On In was at a power cut near a business complex right off PT Industrial. The sun was warm, but the beer was cold. Did I mention there was Sweetwater 420? Urgleurgleurgle. Criticism of the trail snowballed until everyone ran out of nasty jokes. Memorable down-downs: ShowYurAnus for being frightened of rain, P-Diddy and Furry Taco for the prelay before the deluge, S4B for cumming to an Atlanta hash and Fill My Cavity for using an umbrella on trail.
Of note at the On After: We found out our first-timer is trying to become a child psychologist or something, which led to the unofficial name of Priest in Training. Hey all you T4TH3 hashers: When you see this guy, don’t let him off the hook with a lame name. We suggest that one. Or spend a few minutes and dig up some dirt on him. He’s a Disastrous Name Waiting to Happen. Oh, and ask L&F what our shapely little server did after she saw him successfully gyrating with two hula hoops at his waist.
Until the next storm:
On Out
What: AH4 on 5 July 03
When: After the rain sort-of stopped at 1:30p
Where: The Home Depot on Tilly Mill off of PT Industrial.
Why: Because we do this every week. Duh.
Who threw flour: Dog and Taco
Who tried to find flour: Tripod, Ouch, Trick, Bean, ShowYerAnus, Cavity, Lost, Dicker, Packer, Fucowee, Sh1t for Brains (from San Diego) and some first-timer who will now be unofficially known as Priest in Training.
OK, I’ve already mentioned the rain, and I won’t be able to stress it enough. I personally see nothing wrong with pre-laying if it helps guarantee that the whole group gets in, but it really hurts when it pours so hard that it washes away the marks. And oh yes, the marks definitely got washed away. But actually, it’s really cool when you turn a corner and look down a street to see hashers bending over, staring at the ground, then staring at each other, desperately hoping for confirmation of a find.
I got to the start just minutes after the deluge subsided. It started sprinkling right before the pack took off, and SYA decided to bimbo because he didn’t want to get wet. The pack was instructed to look for flour behind some metal sheds, and the pack looked there, then looked everywhere else in the area before giving up and tracking down Taco. She hadn’t left yet, and we asked for a hint. Imagine our embarrassment when the first mark was actually sort-of visible in the pine needles right before the tree line. Well, the amount of flour was lacking a bit, but it was one of the biggest marks of the day.
After a painfully long time, we succeeded in finding a few more marks that took us down a hill to the street below. Going any further required the pack to split up, with some hounds boxing quite heavily, while others just stood in confusion at the last mark. Some of the pack desperately searched the glorious shiggy nearby, almost certain that marks could be found either in hamsterland or in the creek, but nothing transpired. Instead, part of the pack finally found flour on the assfault. And we finally all went, yard by yard, through the streets looking for anything that appeared to be flour. Some of the marks on trees were obvious, but they ended up being really far apart. The whole pack finally got back together after a lucky bout of boxing by a few of the hounds. (But where was the visitor Sh1t for Brains?)
We finally ended up on a major street to find the remnants of a check. Between the difficulty of the check and the Mystery Mark, after a good 25 minutes, a lot of us were about ready to give up and go back to the start. As luck would have it, Dog and SYA drove up, and SYA guided us to the end. Luckily, S4B also found Dog, and was able to get directions to the end. He managed to catch up with the rest of the pack right before we all got to the end.
The On In was at a power cut near a business complex right off PT Industrial. The sun was warm, but the beer was cold. Did I mention there was Sweetwater 420? Urgleurgleurgle. Criticism of the trail snowballed until everyone ran out of nasty jokes. Memorable down-downs: ShowYurAnus for being frightened of rain, P-Diddy and Furry Taco for the prelay before the deluge, S4B for cumming to an Atlanta hash and Fill My Cavity for using an umbrella on trail.
Of note at the On After: We found out our first-timer is trying to become a child psychologist or something, which led to the unofficial name of Priest in Training. Hey all you T4TH3 hashers: When you see this guy, don’t let him off the hook with a lame name. We suggest that one. Or spend a few minutes and dig up some dirt on him. He’s a Disastrous Name Waiting to Happen. Oh, and ask L&F what our shapely little server did after she saw him successfully gyrating with two hula hoops at his waist.
Until the next storm:
On Out
# posted by L&F @ 5:25 PM 
