PRINCETON HHH HASH #629.4

Date:     October 19, 1997
Weather:  Cool and overcast (perfect for lemmings) Venue:    Chester NJ
Time:     approximately 150 min
Set By:   Pushnermaybe and Nightmare
Hashers:  Pyro Man, Delay LLLama, Speedbumps, Table Toes Virgin:   
Chris Monroe (Pushner and Nightmare's (ex?)friend)


Descriptions, Polemics, and Lies:

Mom: "If your friends jumped off a cliff would you jump, too?" Pyro: 
"Is there a double crossed arrow?"


And so it would be at the great swamp, but more on that, later.
With only  four PHHH regulars and one very hesitant looking newbie, the 
hash was  off.  It started with a very well marked trail, with nice 
potential for cutting had there been more hounds, but then it got 
worse.  Nightmare's section was over and  Pushner's began.  The flour 
got more sparse and the terrain more harsh.  We ran up the hill then 
down the hill then back up the hill, and then there was  flour. Amazing 
how Pushner weighs at least 50 lbs more than Nightmare,  but seemed 
capable of carrying only a fraction of the flour.   After a truly 
shitty section of clear cut (is it clear cut if there are  two inch in 
diameter tree trunks sticking up everywhere?), and  a nice beer and 
Mountain Dew break, the intrepid hashers found it... The DOUBLE CROSSED 
ARROW.  It was obviously a joke leading into a vast expanse of the 
darkest, murkiest swampland in NJ.  So in went Speedbumps,  only to be 
followed by Pyro, Tabletoes, and a reluctant Chris, leaving a stubborn 
LLLama at the edge of the quagmire, certain that this venture was an 
unnecessary part of the hash.  After about 20 feet of shoe-sucking muck 
and crotch-deep water,  the comment, "this is a joke, we should turn 
around", was swiftly countered by the voice of Pyro; "But it was a 
double crossed arrow!!!"  After another half hour in the swamp the 
prophet (moron) Pyro led three other now algae-covered hashers into the 
land  of the pumpkin festival and NO flour.  Let's see... right about 
now the LLLama was comfortably at the on in enjoying a beer.

A quick jog down the road (did he say left?), and the elusive flour was 
found.  Our remaining half-minds headed for an exceptional apres; by 
far the  finest of the year!

An additional note:  the last check  by the barn was the momentous site 
of Pushner's proposal to Nightmare just Saturday  evening.  A marriage 
made in swamp heaven?  Will the bride carry a  bouquet of shiggy?  Will 
the reception include champagne down-downs?  Will it follow a hash?   
Inquiring minds want to know!



On On


Overheard at the Apres:
"Well I've run a marathon and now a hash... I'll never do either 
again!"  - Chris Monroe

"I never thought anyone would really cross that swamp"  - Pushnermaybe