Every now and then hashing collides with the real world. Here’s an announcement I read today, and I thought I’d pass it on in case you missed it:
H A S H E R S!
We regret to finally announce that the Pan Africa Hash 2015 in Freetown, Sierra Leone, has fallen victim to the Ebola Virus Disease Pandemic in West Africa. After monitoring the situation over the last few months, we have come to the conclusion that it will not be possible to host the PAH in 2015. While there are hopeful signs of getting the EVD under control in some of the worst hit districts in the country the situation in Freetown proper and the surrounding Western Area and a few other districts are still not safe.
So far we have more than 160 registrations for the PAH2015.
We propose the following:
The Freetown HHH will host the PAH 2017. We keep the registrations we received for the Freetown PAH 2015. For hashers who will not be able to come in 2017 we will make arrangements to sell registrations as soon as new registrations come in. For those, who wish to withdraw immediately we will reimburse the registration fee at 90% minus the cost of money transfer. This is because we have already spent money on preparations and promotional activities.
This opens up the opportunity for other African HHH kernels to step in to host the PAH2015 at a suitable time in 2015.
We regret the inconveniences and ask all hashers to bear with us.
ON! ON! PAH 2015! Please, come forward to step in!
On behalf of the PAH 2015 cum 2017 Organizing Committee
An interesting thing happened after I posted yesterday’s bash trash. The boyfriend of one of the hashers let me know he was upset I used her hash name in the writeup. I’m still trying to figure out if he wants me to delete it and use another name instead; he hasn’t answered.
Some of you would say “Don’t change a thing; it’s her hash name and you’re writing about the hash.” Most of me is in agreement. According to legend, hash names were invented to allow scribes to write about what happened at the hash without publishing participants’ real names. Even if that’s not true it makes good sense, given some of the antics we get up to.
But (and I’ve written about this before): sometimes naming circles bestow really obnoxious names. In this case, a name so offensive her fellow hashers hesitate to call her by it. True, I haven’t heard from the young lady in question … maybe she likes her hash name … but it’s bad enough I squirmed when I typed it, and clearly it bothers her boyfriend (himself a hasher) too.
A possible compromise is to come up with SFW versions of bad names. That’s actually pretty common. It’s also censorship, which I hate on principle. Damn, bad hash names are more trouble than they’re worth. They’re not clever and they’re barely repeatable, even in a hash trash.
Anyway, this particular situation is not yet resolved, so I haven’t changed yesterday’s trash. You can figure out who I’m talking about all on your own.
The Pedalfiles Bash met this morning at Columbus Park on the west side of Tucson for a trail laid by seasoned pro Wankers Aweigh and his double-virgin partner NHN Bill, with hare support provided by Hot Legs, who drove the Mimosa van.
At first it looked like the pack would consist only of Flying Booger and Zorro, but just as Wankers & NHN Bill were about to take off, Is It In Yet?, Deep Dish, and Loose Nut arrived. Two minutes after the hares did leave, Arthur Gash and Fuck Me drove up, and we had a real pack. Two minutes before the hares’ head start elapsed and the pack was to take off in pursuit, in came Hash Jive and Pearl of the Andes, and we had an even realer pack!
As the time ran out on the hares’ head start the pack started cranking. Trail went south through the park and into a bit of shiggy behind the animal control center. Accompanied by much barking, we emerged from the shiggy onto a paved driveway, where we came upon evidence of trouble in Hare City; to wit, a massive flour spill of the kind normally associated with bag snags and somersaults over the handlebars. There was no blood, though, so we rode on.
Oops (1 of 2)
Soon we came upon a quantity of chalk dropped beside a dirt path leading to the bicycle trail on the San Juan River, and we realized the hares were having a very bad day indeed. Once again, there was no blood and trail beckoned southward, so we continued.
Flour marks and the occasional true trail arrow led us south along the San Juan before cutting back west to Silverbell. The marks continued south to Ironwood and into the hills west of Silverbell, where trail turned north back toward the start. Good thing for us the hares told us beforehand it was to be an A to A trail, so no one was confused. Somewhere on the second part of the trail, it must be noted, was another large flour spill. Poor NHN Bill, we all thought, for surely it was him having such a disastrous morning.
Back at the park, reunited with the hares, we learned the sad truth. It hadn’t been NHN Bill snagging his flour bag in the spokes and doing forward flips onto the pavement; it was seasoned pro Wankers Aweigh. Both times. On the second landing he nearly broke his wrist. Hot Lets came to his rescue with the Mimosa van, leaving NHN Bill to finish laying trail all on his lonesome. Considering it was not only his first hash ever but also his virgin outing as a hare, he did a fine job bringing the pack back to Columbus Park. The only trouble he reported was that his chalk had gone missing, and he had to do all his marks with flour.
L to R: Loose Nut, NHN Bill, Zorro, Fuck Me, Arthur Gash, Wankers Aweigh, 3IY, Pearl of the Andes, Hash Jive. Kneeling, L to R: Hot Legs, Deep Dish
We held a short circle in the park, posed for a group photo in front of a pond oddly named “Community Fishing Water,” loaded the bikes back on the cars, and headed to Rusty’s for on-afters, where a good time was had by all.
RA Flying Booger presiding over On-Afters
Next month our hare will be 3IY. Start location and time are TBA, but the date is set: Sunday, Jan 11. Mark your calendars now, before you forget!
The hash has its share of creative people, and one of the most creative hashers I know is Southern California’s Nut N Honey, who several years ago designed this flour bag logo for me, a logo I proudly used on the Half-Mind Catalog and continue to use on this little hashing blog. It’s perfect!
Nut N Honey, aka Randy Salisbury, is the artistic side of a partnership with another SoCal hasher, Whack. Together they created Hash Boy, the hashing world’s own comic strip. Hash Boy continues to entertain us, but if you haven’t seen the strips, you’ve surely see his artwork on posters for the annual Orange County Hash House Harriers’ Betty Ford Rehab Hash. Most recently, he did posters and flyers for this summer’s Belgian Beer Odyssey.
Nut N Honey is from Long Beach, California, and currently lives nearby in Seal Beach. He started hashing 23 years ago with Long Beach HHH, where he helped mismanage things as brewmeister, trailmeister, and grandmaster. These days he hashes with Orange County HHH, and has been an OCHHH GM. When I asked him to spell out his general hash philosophy, he gave me a two-word response: “Live hare!”
Hash Boy & Foamy
Nut N Honey
Let’s hear what else he has to say, shall we?
How did you find the hash?
My first hash was in Long Beach, California in Summer of 1990. A hasher (Hash Gash) was living in the apartment below me who had hashed in Senegal and was looking to get back on trail. She knew that I was a runner, so thought that might like to try it. She also warned me about “salty language.” Hashing involved two of my favorite things: beer & running. I thought combining them was dangerous, so I didn’t hash again for a year.
How did you get the name Nut N Honey?
When I came back to the Long Beach Hash in 1991, I balked about going up for a down-down as a new boot. My wife, who WAS a new boot, tried to coach me up by loudly calling me “Honey” in the circle. The Kellogg’s cereal commercials were popular at the time and the pack began chanting “Nut N Honey, Nut N Honey.” A hash name was born.
Did you have a hashing mentor?
There were quite a few in the early days – Piledriver (my first co-hare), Darktanyon & Wild Bill in Long Beach. Walking Small, Whack & GIGO in Orange County. Fungus & Hash Bum were good amigos from the Los Angeles Hash and always supportive.
When & where was your first away hash?
It was See More Buns’ sponsored Honolulu Hash/Marathon Couch Potato adventure. 1992, me thinks. That’s where I met POM for the first time. With all the hashing and debauchery, I managed my worse marathon time ever.
Where have you hashed?
All over California, most of the western states (Hawaii included), Toronto, Virginia, Austin & Mexico.
Do you have any favorite haring techniques?
HA! I like dribbling a little flour in the wrong direction from a check. Am also inclined to lay long back-checks.
What’s the best thing that ever happened to you at a hash?
Getting to play the Ozzy Osbourne character at Betty Ford Rehab in 2003. Doing the artwork for Betty Ford since 1997. Also, producing a lot of art for Higgins’ Brussels Beer Odyssey last Summer, is right up there as well. All honors!
What’s the worst thing that ever happened to you at a hash?
Having hashers get injured on a trail that I laid. Wasn’t necessarily my fault, but I still felt responsible.
What is the most dangerous trail you’ve done?
I’ve hared and hashed some pretty harrowing things outside Palm Springs, on the Betty Ford Sunday run. Mostly involving, cactus, sharp rocks and steep cliffs. The usual.
If you could pick the location of a future Interhash, where would it be?
I’ve always thought that the San Francisco Bay area or Las Vegas would be great venues for InterAmerica’s hash.
What keeps you coming back to the hash?
I love growing old with my hash friends and reveling our shared misery. The beer’s not bad either.
Has your attitude toward hashing changed over the years?
Our hash isn’t quite so boisterous and crazy as they were back in the early 90’s. Probably an age thing. We politely refer to it as the “graying of the hash.”
Do you tell everyone you meet about the hash, or only people you think might become good hashers?
Sometimes the way of the hash comes up in civilian conversion, and may seem vaguely intriguing to some people. But it’s a whole other level for someone to show up. Everyone that I’ve ever brought to the hash never came back. So, I don’t try very hard to be a “pied piper” for the hash. The hash appealing to such a narrow segment of the population is part of its attraction.
Are there certain things all hashers should believe in?
I do believe that all hashers should do whatever it takes to insure that everyone on a run makes it to the end safely.
What have you contributed to hashing?
The obvious answer is the shit-ton of hash designs and the Hash Boy comic character (with Whack). That is also probably the best answer. I’d like to think that I’ve hared some memorable runs as well.
What’s in your hashing future?
Portland! America’s Interhash next year. Long term? To make it to the end before the beer is gone.
Fellow hasher and friend of the blog I Feel Tower sends this today:
I’m not much of a blogger, but I added new data to my study of where the original hash house stood. Here’s the HashSpace link: http://www.hashspace.com/profiles/blogs/location-of-the-original-hash-house-in-kl
Do check it out. Fascinating stuff!
Three of us (Flying Booger, Wankers Aweigh, Hot Legs) met at El Guero Canelo on Oracle Sunday morning for a Harriers ride to the historic mining town of Globe, Arizona.
The nice thing about riding to Globe is you can take back roads and never see the freeway. We went through Oracle, Mammoth, and Winkleman on two-lane roads which became increasingly hilly and twisty as we rode north. We had lunch in Globe, then visited the historic downtown district (which, as you can see from the photos below, though long past its glory days still gives off a certain vibe).
Wankers & Hot Legs
Flying Booger & Hot Legs
From Globe we continued north through another mining town, Miami, and on to Superior, where we took another back road south through the hills to Kearny and back into Winkleman, then retraced our route home to Tucson.
The temperature stayed in the mid-50s from Tucson all the way to Globe, and by the time we got there we were all somewhat chilled. We warmed up at Judy’s Cookhouse in the company of a large pack of motorcyclists from the Phoenix area. By the time we got back on the bikes temps had finally climbed into the 60s, and the ride home was very pleasant.
The date for our Harriers MCH3 December ride is Sunday the 28th. I’m thinking it’s time we rode down to the border and paid a visit to our amigos in Nogales, Sonora. Does everyone have a passport?
This short article about the Hash House Harriers, from the Malaysian news site The Star, contains the announcement of Bill Panton’s retirement from hashing after 60 years.
Many of you have met, or at least heard of, Tumbling Bill Panton. I first met Bill at the Rotorua InterHash in 1994, then again at the Hobart InterHash in 2000. At both events he was collecting information on the origins of hash kennels, part of his massive H3 Genealogy Project. A year or so later I hashed with Bill as a guest of a kennel he founded, the Washington DC H3, the second-oldest hash in the USA.
In March, 2003, Bill traveled to Tucson, Arizona, and ran with a men-only hash I founded, the Pima County Traditional H3, which I’d modeled partly on the Washington DC H3. Bill is 4th from the left in this photo of the PCTH3 men:
After the hash, Bill told me I’d done a proper job getting this kennel going. It was the proudest moment of my hashing life.
You can read more about Bill and his 60-year hashing history in his Half-Mind Interview. If you’re too busy to click, here are the key bits: Bill, who lives in Kuala Lumpur, has been a member of the Mother Hash since 1954, back when Mother was simply the Hash House Harriers, the only hash in the world. In addition to founding Washington DC H3 in 1972, he founded Bangkok H3, another traditional men-only kennel, in 1977.
Tell you what, kids, giants have walked among us. Here’s to you, Tumbling Bill, a hasher I truly look up to. I am not worthy!
Arthur Gash and co-hare F*** Me laid an old-school shitty trail on Tucson’s west side today, a 12-14 mile loop (depending on whether or not you fell for the long BT at the start) starting and ending at Menlo Park on Grande. It was a beautiful morning for a bash, the first cool day of the 2014/2015 riding season, and some in the pack even wore jackets.
I knew if we got the word out an old-timer was haring a good-sized pack would turn out, and so they did: Deep Dish, I Love Fat Chicks, Spot Remover, Hash Jive, Pearl of the Andes, Wankers Aweigh, Hot Legs, Loose Nut, Zorro, and of course us, Flying Booger and Pick’n'Flick.
On-in at Menlo Park: our hares, F*** Me & Arthur Gash, are in the center
Trail ran east from the park to the Santa Cruz River bikeway, where a check awaited. You could go north or south: almost everyone went north, only to find a BT somewhere up by the Grant Avenue crossing. No one could quite believe a BT would be that long, and much time was wasted looking for trail between the BT and the original check. Eventually the pack realized they had to ride almost all the way back to the start and head south; in the meantime Loose Nut, Flying Booger, Wankers Aweigh, and Spot Remover, having wasted the most time, became separated from the pack by a mile or two.
Trail continued south along the San Juan River past A Mountain to the Silverlake crossing. At one point on this leg of the trail we passed a large flour dump and speculated that one of the hares had either gone down or caught a bag in the spokes. From Silverlake trail went west a bit, then back north on the west side of A Mountain, west again up a damn long hill before turning south, then onto Ajo Highway heading east back into Tucson. Trail turned north on Mission, where it led back to the start, passing A Mountain yet a third time. Frankly, I’d rather ride past A Mountain three times then try to climb it on a bicycle, and I’m sure the rest of the pack felt the same way.
It was a long slog back to the start on Mission, mainly because we pedaled into a headwind the entire on-in leg of the trail, but eventually we all arrived back at Menlo Park. Gash said the base trail was 10 miles long. Most members of the pack rode 12; Loose Nut, Flying Booger, Wankers Aweigh, and Spot Remover rode 14.
After the bikes were loaded on the cars we headed south on Mission to the Original Hideout for on-after libations and a brunch buffet. It was at the Hideout we learned from Gash how the flour spill occurred: he caught his bag in the spokes, which is way better than going down, and this lead to a brief recounting of the Pedalfiles’ early years, when we had some disastrous spills, sending at least four bashers to the hospital, two of them by ambulance. Knock on wood; we’ve been accident-free for a few years now, and long may it stay that way!
Here’s a shot of Pick’n'Flick and Wankers Away arguing over whether parallel streets can ever meet, as Pick’n'Flick insists.
Pick’n'Flick & Wankers Aweigh discuss topographical impossibilities at the Hideout
Thanks, Gash and F*** Me, for a great old-timey Pedalfiles trail!
Next month’s Pedalfiles bash is scheduled for Sunday, Dec 21, Wankers Aweigh & Hot Legs haring. January’s bash will be on Sunday the 18th, tentatively hared by Is It In Yet?