A woman we know through our local Hash House Harriers club has apparently taken her life. She’d been incommunicado for a few days: another member of the hash went looking for her and found her dead. That’s all we know at the moment.
Know: I used the word twice, each time carelessly. We (Pick’n'Flick and me) can’t say we knew her, not really. We were friendly with her, and she with us; we did trails together and chatted at the hash, but our conversations weren’t personal. She was younger and had a different set of friends in the hash. As for her death, all we “know” is what we’ve pieced together from messages and Facebook posts. She was found only yesterday; everyone’s still tiptoeing around the particulars.
Even when it’s not a close friend, though, it’s a shock. Who can know what demons others are dealing with? We always thought of her as an upbeat, happy person. Judging by what we hear from other hashers, they thought so too.
It’s not our place to speculate or even make wishes. Still, we wish she had reached out to her many friends in the hash when things got bad. Sad times.
I updated the Half-MInd Links page today after a hash vendor canceled an order for hash fish appliqués. He’s still advertising them on his website, but apparently doesn’t really have any and can’t be bothered to keep his site up to date.
I apologize to anyone who went to that vendor via my site and experienced the same frustration.
While I was removing that guy’s link I deleted the other haberdashery links as well. If you’re looking for hashing-related items for sale, your best bet is HashSpace.
This’ll be a short bash trash. Your hash scribe rode only a short portion of the trail, this being one of the hottest days we’ve experienced this summer. Our hares, Arthur Gash and Gotta Fuck Me to Find Out, said they really didn’t expect anyone to show up at the car park at Camino de la Tierra and the Rillito River for the start, but a few of us did. For proof, here’s a photo of Loose Nut in the car park, about to pull his bike out of the trunk:
Joining Loose Nut were Deep Dish, Tonka Fuck and his son Epicock Prick, Pick’n'Flick, and yours truly. A few more might have come if Arthur hadn’t put out a message beforehand warning us it would be a long trail. Even though we started early, it was already hot. And then it got hotter.
Pick’n'Flick said “fuck this” and never did leave the start. I turned back after a few miles and waited with her in a shady spot by the cars. Tonka Fuck and Epicock Prick turned back early too, but they said they had a good time and would be back for another bash. Loose Nut and Deep Dish were the only members of the pack to gut it out, and they were rewarded with a beer check at the park on the hill above the Pima Community College campus on Shannon & Magee.
It was at on-afters, held at the nearby Thunder Canyon Brewery, that I first heard of Loose Nut’s dumpster diving proclivities, and now I’m sorry I didn’t stick with Deep Dish on trail so that I could have witnessed the scene firsthand. Deep told us she has a pretty high tolerance for ick, and it must be true, because she didn’t gag when she told the story. Unlike the rest of us. Well, at least we cleared out our part of the pub.
Said Loose Nut will be our hare on Sunday, July the 19th, so I’ll just put this out as a general warning: don’t take him up on any offers to share a Coke!
Sorry about not finishing trail, guys. Or should I say sorry/not sorry? It was TOO DAMN HOT!
A small pack met at Columbus Park on Tucson’s west side early this morning for yet another 69th running of the Pima Independent Sunday Social Hash. Our hare was Wankers Aweigh, our head of on-after festivities Hot Legs, and there to do trail were Yoda & Appendage, Master Meat Finder, Flying Booger & Pick’n'Flick, Half Hash with his sons Thor & Son of a Beach, and the rarely-seen Doggie Style with her first-timer daughter Claire.
Why is everyone is the shade?
Your scribe wishes he could tell you about trail, but since he was never on it he can’t. A series of guesses based on decades of hashing experience all turned out to be wrong: he went south when he should have gone north; the hare, alas, did not cut back through the shiggy to the west of trail as logic dictated he must; in short your scribe wound up hiking alone in the shiggy for 50 minutes and by some miracle found his way back to the start. The pack, meanwhile, enjoyed a well-laid trail with bike paths and even a water crossing.
Yes there was too water on today’s trail!
After everyone was back at the A, we caravanned over to Wankers & Hot Leg’s house for the circle & on-afters. Hot Legs served beverages and eggs Benedict, and Flying Booger presided over a short circle. Today’s honorees included Yoda & Appendage, who were married this day 13 years ago; our hare Wankers & hostess Hot Legs; and Doggie Style, who might have shown up for a PISS hash 10 years ago but hadn’t been seen at one since. And since Doggie shows up so rarely, we figured we’d better slap a hash name on her daughter Claire because who knows when we’ll see that kid next … as a teenager, maybe? Henceforth and forevermore, the tiny hasher once known as “Claire” shall be known to hashdom as “Hiney Butt.”
You know what? I hope she does come back as a teenager … I can’t wait to see her cringe when we all say “Hi, Hiney Butt!”
How did I know it was their anniversary? Dear reader, I married them!
Special thanks are due to Master Meat Finder and Hot Legs, who secretly prepared gifts and a cake for the on-oniversary couple, who, by the way, have been hashing since the day they met. We are not worthy!
With the running of the June trail, the Pima Independent Sunday Social Hash House Harriers is going on its summer break. See you in September or October, as soon as it cools down again!
Here’s a screen grab of a EuroWeekly story about hashing in Rota, Spain.
You can click on it to read the whole piece, but it’s so short I’ll just quote it in full and save you the click:
IN case you ever wondered, hashing is a brisk walk or run through the country or villages with a group of people who like to get out, keep fit and explore. There are just a few essentials: a good pair of trainers, a reasonable level of fitness and a sense of humour.
Axarquia Hash House Harriers (AH3) meets every second Sunday at different venues throughout the area, where members take turns acting as ‘Hares.’ This involves the Hare laying a trail of flour as it scurries through the countryside, followed by the rest of the hash.
The trail, which takes about two hours and eventually leads back to the start, can be walked, jogged, or run along the route according to your ability and inclination. To liven things up, the hares may even include some false paths and dead ends.
To revitalise flagging hashers, a stop for beer, soft drinks and crisps is included along the way. After the hash the runners typically head to a nearby restaurant for a late lunch.
If it’s your first hash you can be sure of a warm welcome at AH3. They will explain what the various flour markings mean before setting off. They’ve not lost anyone yet! In the summer the hash is shorter and easier and the quantity of drinks is increased to keep everyone hydrated in the hotter weather.
For more information on AH3 and details of the next hash go to: www.ah3.es
What I like about this short description of hashing is its emphasis on trail and the social aspects of hashing, and the friendly invitation it offers to interested runners, joggers, and walkers. Yes, the article mentions beer, an essential ingredient of hashing, but nowhere does the off-putting phrase “a drinking club with a running problem” appear.
When people ask me about hashing, this is the kind of pitch I give them. Unless they’re obviously wrong for hashing, I want them to come out and do a trail. I don’t want to scare them off before they’ve even tried hashing; I don’t want them to prejudge us. To me, this article hits all the right notes.
More of this, please.
Hashers and civilians clash from time to time. Here’s an example from earlier this year:
The man who made this accusatory video encountered members and guests of the Rumson Hash House Harriers in New Jersey’s Great Dismal Swamp. He accuses hashers of trespassing, damaging property, and being so drunk they couldn’t understand what he was telling them. I think any fair-minded person, after watching the video, would wonder what the hell this guy’s talking about. The hashers in the video seem unusually sober and well-behaved to me!
The nastiest part of the video is the Star Wars-style scrolling text at the end, where the ranch manager demands the names of the hares and all the participants. If you can get through that without wanting to tell the guy to go fuck himself, you’re a better person than me.
I really admire the restraint exhibited by the Rumson hasher who responded to this asshole’s accusations:
To Edison Wetlands and neighbors
I am sorry if some of the runners got lost during the trail run. The run was located in public parks, grounds and roads. No portion of the run was on the Edison Wetlands. This run has been held every year since 1995. We ask all the runners to bring canned goods for Hands of Hope St. James Food Pantry.
Hikers, trail runners, bird watchers and others often get lost in the woods. I have supported Middlesex Greenway, Edison Wetlands and other community groups over the past 20 years. I was not near Triple C Ranch and Nature Center Edison Wetlands on January 3 so I can’t comment on actions of a limited group of runners. Some of your statements are not true.
I am surprised by your comments since we have had the run previously at Triple C Ranch. I did not direct anyone on property. I left several messages for you prior to Jan 3 to advise the runners would run on the Tyler road past the ranch. Runners promote seeing wooded areas saved from development. We look to continue to have events to help Hands of Hope St. James Food Bank as we have had for many years.
Again, sorry if runners were lost and went the wrong way on the trail, which primarily was along the old railroad bed/future extension of Middlesex Greenway. We will ask future runners to stay off private property.
I previously helped your group at your request by publicizing your zombie run. We will help promote your running events in the future if requested.
One of the runners indicated he looked up how much land Edison Wetlands Association actually owns at Dismal Swamp. I could only find that they own a 4.55-acre tract. All of the other preserved land there was paid for by non-profits (NY-NJ Baykeeper, NJ Audubon Society), Middlesex County and some of the various townships (Edison, Metuchen and South Plainfield). All those woods are public open space. Boy scouts, bird watchers and mountain bikers often use the same trails.
I have a bit of a different reaction to this close encounter story, which appeared earlier today in a British newspaper:
click image to read the article
More than likely, the hashers who ran across farm property in England weren’t any rowdier or drunker than the hashers in the Great Dismal Swamp. But it does appear they frightened some livestock. In one encounter with hashers, a ewe jumped a fence and broke its leg. In another, a calf was so frightened it ran away and had to be put down … at least according to the farmer.
We haven’t heard the hashers’ side of the story on these UK incidents, but I notice the journalist zeroed right in on that fucking “drinking club with a running problem” thing too many of us parrot.
I don’t really have an editorial stand on all this. Very few hashers I know would deliberately lay trail past a “no trespassing” sign or across a farmer’s field. But sometimes just being in the general vicinity of someone’s private property is enough to set off alarms, and there’s not much we can do about that.
Civilians will never get hashing or hashers. Nevertheless, I don’t want them to get so upset they start passing laws against our favorite pastime.
For some reason the San Diego news channel that owns this video disabled embedding. Clicking on the image will open the video on their web site. Trust me, it’s worth the click!
And now for something completely different …
Somehow I got on the mailing list for the brilliant Stockholm Absolut Hash House Harriers’ Hash Trash (which, thoughtfully, is written in English). Local hashers probably get it in printed form, but it comes to me as a monthly e-pub.
I don’t have a count of how many hash kennels publish a hash trash. I have a vague impression that hash trashes have disappeared, or never existed in the first place, in many USA kennels, but that they’re still popular in other countries. But hey, I could be wrong about that. I write hash trashes for local kennels here in Tucson, and my friend Tongueless writes one for the Gypsies in the Palace H3 in San Francisco.
Some say hash names were invented so that real names wouldn’t appear in print, lest hash trashes fall into the wrong hands. I choose to believe this rumor. True or not, it makes perfect hash sense.
Sadly, whether or not your kennel has a hash trash often comes down to having just the right hasher in the group, someone with the time, talent, and motivation to put one out … but everyone, in my experience, loves to read a good trash. I think the hasher responsible for Stockholm Absolut H3′s is Malibog, and I salute him! Click & enjoy.
Meanwhile, in Belfast:
Another entry in the Suspicious White Powder files! Click on the screenshot to read the full story.
Update (5/19/15): A day later and the mystery has only deepened!