PHHH Hash # 764.4 ?? Date: March 26, 2000 Weather: Gorgeous Venue: South Brunswick - home of the Rumson Hash Time: 2 + hours Set by: Ken from Rumson Hashers: RoJo, Discomfort, Excremental Earnings, Catch-n-Release, Our Rumson Pals Rookies: Angela, John, Bruce Beer: 12 Coors, 12 Coors light on the trail; assorted bottled refreshments at the on-in; 2 beers stops The hash started out down the paths of the a neighborhood park in scenic South Brunswick. Apparently no one told our Rumson friends that hashes seldom conform to the somewhat restrictive tendencies of "path dwellers." Marks were clearly visible and we all trotted happily off into the woods, like the characters at the beginning of a fairy tail. Periodically the hare would drop in to offer assistance, not mockery (foreign to the phhh). We were all out for a Sunday stroll in the park until... the flour became sparse, the trail became more difficult (where existent) and the hashers disappeared- Rojo, where did you go??? Soon we found our selves knee deep in toxic waste (so Geezer this is where the "Halogenated waste" goes), where the earth had an lovely metallic sheen and ominous smell. However we followed the marks, powerlines, high voltage signs and eventually emerged from the toxic swamp to find our hare, pointing us in the direction of the BEER. Following the beer break the familiar flour marks were cast aside for "ash that Ken saved from his fireplace." An alternative of similar effectiveness would have been making the marks with piles of leaves or dirt! Hashers were actually seen picking at sand and questioning if it was Ken's ash. Nonetheless, we navigated ourselves through mild shiggy, men on ATV's, horse farms, and a very disgruntled wild Turkey who did not appreciate my references to "dinner." At last, after 60 minutes of hashing, 25 minutes of wading in carcinogens (John actually took a nice face plant in a puddle/pond), 30 minutes of wondering in a lost stooper, and 10 minutes of breaking/drinking (not counting those who drank while running), we arrived at Ken's home to complete a 2 hour A to almost A adventure. Next week Catch and Release aims to set the shittiest hash of the year, destined to take place within a bike-ride's distance from P.U. campus. =================================== Rojo's Tale ====================================== PHHH # 764.4 Continued..... Date: March 26, 2000 Weather: Gorgeous Venue: South Brunswick - home of the Rumson Hash Time: 2 + hours Set by: Ken from Rumson....The Prosecutor Hashers: RoJo, Discomfort, Excremental Earnings, Catch-n-Release, Our Rumson Pals Rookies: Angela, John, Bruce Beer: 12 Coors, 12 Coors light on the trail; assorted bottled refreshments at the on-in; 2 beers stops *****NOTE Tomoko ie Nonsensi was there!!!!!! And also John...who is not a rookie... The Baptist Douglas was present....I heard he was baptized in swamp mud. Ouipee's Long Lost Cousin: As RoJo awaits the arrival of the minuscule Princeton HHH in the parking lot of Davidson Mill Park, she is thrown among a few Rumsonites and a few virgins....much to her delight they are all men. She is a bit lonely after the passing of her soul mate A.G. Zaire and theses men might be able to comfort her???? The talk turns to racing....what is this competitive runners????? What one of them is BobPea....our little sweet pea, WeePea's long lost cousin!!!!!!! 2 cars now approach ....not since the days of 8Balls and Big Nut have such a small group of PHHH gathered. The hash begins..... The hash started out down the paths of the a neighborhood park in scenic South Brunswick..... Catch-n-Release finds a check mark.. BobPee, making an attempt in replacing AG, confides in RoJo that he ran 20 hours this morning and saw flour ...soon they became SCBs, and they were on trial, and they were all alone. This is all RoJo would say of their encounter... "We ran on trail. We ran off trail. We ran here. We ran there. We ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran .....but never did we see nor hear another hasher." It was a lovely run for RoJo and BobPea, who were warm, and clean, and dry and having a cold beer an hour prior to the little pigs arrival at the On In.....sometimes it pays to be a front running, short cutting, silent running, bastard.