PRINCETON HHH HASH #724.4 Date: July 14, 1999 Weather: Too Good Time: :54 Venue: Carnegie Rd. Lawrenceville, Tow path to Bakers Basin Rd - Back to start through woods down the creek. Set By: Speed Bumps Hashers: Solo, Schwa, Wacko, Natural Born Lesbian, Minor Tom, Something Juicy, Booger, Discomfort, RoJo, Pyroman, Oui Pee, Tropical Depression, Ice Blue Balls, Darby, Catch & Release, Hey Yo Paully Rookie: Matt the Swimmer RECYCLED HASH - RECYCLED NEWSLETTER We never found out the name of the gal who briefed us before the mission; we called her Bumps among ourselves. The word was she'd been a specimen collector or something until they caught her in the bottles once too often. Anyhow, here she was rattling off the target info for a mission nobody wanted any part of - up the Tow path and back through the swamp to Ikant Simye Dick Inthis Stinkin River. Christ, two teams had been lost up there in the last five weeks. Discomfort and Booger went over the hill once they heard; never seen again. HQ sent us some new meat - Matt the swimmer. He'd regret he ever thought about signing up. The transport dropped us in the middle of bloody nowhere, miles from the objective and only airdropped marks to get us there. We beat feet to get going before Charlie caught on that we were around. The swamp came up on us fast - too fast for Solo, who kept right on the road to Saigon. Before we knew it we were knee deep in the hoopla, with Oui Pee and Tropical Depression out in front (so that they'd find all the ticks first). When we heard the Gila monsters slithering into the mire we knew it was time to blow that particular pop stand. Wacko was up on the point, so he was the first to hit Charlie's latest little surprise - vicious nerve agents smeared on ordinary-looking nettles. Everybody tried to scrub it off in the river, except Darby, who stopped to munch a few. No effect. We were stuck in the swamp for bloody ever after that, knee deep and trying to ignore the crap getting in through the cuts those chem-warfare nettles had opened. We finally closed in on a bridge we took for the target, running like rabbits toward Pyroman's clarion call, fretting about being observed; but it was only a decoy HQ had airdropped in. There was a tape recording from Bumps saying that we only had ten miles to go and if we screwed up the Secretary would disavow all knowledge and all that crap. We were going to burn the tape, but some un-friendlies were approaching, so we hit the trail fast. Most of us, that is. Ro Jo, Juicy and Ice Blue Balls bailed for home base. It all melts together after that: Lesbian and Minor Tom screaming bloody murder, Schwa impaling herself on a tree, and Hey Yo Paully trying desperately to enter the fray from the rear (isn't he always). Nobody really remembers how it ended. Several of us dragged our asses into the target eventually.... and found Bumps seated by a cooler, beer in hand, saying "War is hell, men, isn't it? Well, this was only an exercise, and you did splendi....... That's as far as she got before we booted her out to go look for the 8 or so MIA. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- NEXT HASHES: #725.4 Wed, July 21, 1999, 6 pm, 87 Prospect, Wacko Sets. #726.4 Wed, July 28, 1999, 6 pm, 87 Prospect, Table Toes Sets. #727.4 Wed, Aug 4, 1999, 6 pm, 87 Prospect, LRF Sets??? #728.4 Wed, Aug 11, 1999, 6 pm, 87 Prospect, Throatwarbler Mangrove sets. #729.4 Wed, Aug 18, 1999, 6 pm, 87 Prospect, ???? Sets???? #730.4, Wed, Aug 25, 1999, 6 pm, 87 Prospect, ???? Sets??? #731.4, Wed, Sept 1, 1999, 6 pm, 87 Prospect, ???? Sets???? #732.4, Sunday Sept 5, that's SUNDAY, 2pm, 87 Prospect, ???? Sets???? ----------------------------------------------------------------------- To subscribe to the Princeton Hashnet, email the message subscribe phhh to the address majordomo@cdiprinceton.com Post messages to the Princeton Hashnet by e-mailing to phhh@cdiprinceton.com and don't forget to check out our shiggy-filled Web Page http://www.princetonol.com/groups/phhh