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“Groudhogus No Drownus” (testes)
Who knew that a stuffed groundhog could inspire hashers to get out at 5:30 in the morning to run through the woods, over covered bridges and stand next to icy streams to celebrate? Well when there is a groundhog emergency, we need a groundhog emergency hash. I (Ateapuss) pulled into Covered Bridge Park in South Whitehall at 5:20 a.m. There waiting was Glass Ass and Doodle, who took the trip up from Reading. They were up before 4:00 apparently (that’s dedication). Soon arriving were Testes, F. Nana, Fakin’ It, Palm Pilot, Deadwood, Quick and Little, and Mangina. Now there were a pack of 10 wackos ready to run and drink Irish coffee. QNL brought the whiskey, as well as coffee and donuts from Dunkin’ Donuts. I don’t know if America really runs on Dunkin’, but apparently the hash did today, with a couple shots of Canadian Whiskey that is.
QNL handed me the straws to be drawn for the pick-up hash, which I immediately distributed one by one to the group. The lucky drawer of the short straw was our visitor Glass Ass, who was slightly shocked, but too tired to object so early in the morning. So I handed him a bag of flour and told him he had 5-minutes to start improvising a trail. This he did. This he did quite well as a matter of fact.
Off we went into the pitch black in search of flour. We soon found our first check, and we spread out looking for true trail, flashlights in hand. After wandering aimlessly for a while, we eventually discovered trail that led (apparently) right into the icy stream, gushing with water. Could he have gone through the stream? He had previously warned us he was going to do so. None of the pack was ambitious enough to jump in, so therefore, we looked for an alternate crossing. A couple of hundred yards up stream happened to be a covered bridge (which we couldn’t see b/c it was so damn dark). Fortunately Palm Pilot had stumbled into it and led us there. I followed and ran ahead of him and as I ran across the bridge, I came to the parking lot on the other side, and promptly slipped on the ice, landing roundly on my ass. We then searched for trail on the other side, which soon led us right into the shiggy, and up a large muddy hill. At the top, I ran right as others ran left, and bit on a false trail. Turning and now lagging behind, we followed true trail around someone’s house and back down into the park and over another covered bridge to a playground where Glass Ass laid a shot check (pretty clever, and pretty funny that he had time to do it). Apparently he had some cherries soaked in grain alcohol in his car, which he ran over and planted for us. Nice snack! We then followed trail up to a fence, where the pack split left and right, as none of us was ambitious enough to climb it. I knew he had to come back over it and back into the park eventually anyway, so Deadwood and I shortcutted by following the fence to the left. This led us into an open expanse of the park. Soon I heard some jingling in the dark, which I immediately took to be Glass Ass’ dog Beer Slut. I quickly looked around and discovered Glass Ass, and ran over and “caught” him. At this point he was out of flour anyway, and was ready to abandon the mission. The rest of the pack soon came in and we then walked back over to the car to hold a quick circle.
F Nana led the way, bringing in our hare, our visitors, me as FRB, and Deadwood for being hash*t. Just as the circle had ended, and just as we ran out of coffee, Beaver Fever arrived in the nick of time with more coffee she had brewed for us. We then restocked with whiskey and coffee, and then went over to watch the Dutchies in top hats, sing songs in German (they had handed out German lyrics for us to sing along), make a couple of speeches in Pennsylvanian Dutch, and then float the stuffed groundhog down the icy stream. This was a sight to see. The guys from the P. Dutch lodge then announced that the groundhog did not see his shadow (after having a groundhog puppet confer with it in Pennsylvania Dutch). One of the highlights of this whole event was watching Beer Slut go over and lick the stuffed groundhog, which got a few laughs). After the event, we all made our way to The Paddock for breakfast with Bloody Mary’s. Now that’s a morning! We must have done more drinking before 9 a.m. than the hobos at Welty’s Town Tavern do all day. We all then left to go back to the warmth of our beds to take a long nap. Smells like a Pa. Dutchie tradition is brewing! From their lodge to ours, on on to My Bloody Valentine! Ateapuss
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Quick
“Groudhogus No Drownus” (testes)
Who knew that a stuffed groundhog could inspire hashers to get out at 5:30 in the morning to run through the woods, over covered bridges and stand next to icy streams to celebrate? Well when there is a groundhog emergency, we need a groundhog emergency hash. I (Ateapuss) pulled into Covered Bridge Park in South Whitehall at 5:20 a.m. There waiting was Glass Ass and Doodle, who took the trip up from Reading. They were up before 4:00 apparently (that’s dedication). Soon arriving were Testes, F. Nana, Fakin’ It, Palm Pilot, Deadwood, Quick and Little, and Mangina. Now there were a pack of 10 wackos ready to run and drink Irish coffee. QNL brought the whiskey, as well as coffee and donuts from Dunkin’ Donuts. I don’t know if America really runs on Dunkin’, but apparently the hash did today, with a couple shots of Canadian Whiskey that is.
QNL handed me the straws to be drawn for the pick-up hash, which I immediately distributed one by one to the group. The lucky drawer of the short straw was our visitor Glass Ass, who was slightly shocked, but too tired to object so early in the morning. So I handed him a bag of flour and told him he had 5-minutes to start improvising a trail. This he did. This he did quite well as a matter of fact.
Off we went into the pitch black in search of flour. We soon found our first check, and we spread out looking for true trail, flashlights in hand. After wandering aimlessly for a while, we eventually discovered trail that led (apparently) right into the icy stream, gushing with water. Could he have gone through the stream? He had previously warned us he was going to do so. None of the pack was ambitious enough to jump in, so therefore, we looked for an alternate crossing. A couple of hundred yards up stream happened to be a covered bridge (which we couldn’t see b/c it was so damn dark). Fortunately Palm Pilot had stumbled into it and led us there. I followed and ran ahead of him and as I ran across the bridge, I came to the parking lot on the other side, and promptly slipped on the ice, landing roundly on my ass. We then searched for trail on the other side, which soon led us right into the shiggy, and up a large muddy hill. At the top, I ran right as others ran left, and bit on a false trail. Turning and now lagging behind, we followed true trail around someone’s house and back down into the park and over another covered bridge to a playground where Glass Ass laid a shot check (pretty clever, and pretty funny that he had time to do it). Apparently he had some cherries soaked in grain alcohol in his car, which he ran over and planted for us. Nice snack! We then followed trail up to a fence, where the pack split left and right, as none of us was ambitious enough to climb it. I knew he had to come back over it and back into the park eventually anyway, so Deadwood and I shortcutted by following the fence to the left. This led us into an open expanse of the park. Soon I heard some jingling in the dark, which I immediately took to be Glass Ass’ dog Beer Slut. I quickly looked around and discovered Glass Ass, and ran over and “caught” him. At this point he was out of flour anyway, and was ready to abandon the mission. The rest of the pack soon came in and we then walked back over to the car to hold a quick circle.
F Nana led the way, bringing in our hare, our visitors, me as FRB, and Deadwood for being hash*t. Just as the circle had ended, and just as we ran out of coffee, Beaver Fever arrived in the nick of time with more coffee she had brewed for us. We then restocked with whiskey and coffee, and then went over to watch the Dutchies in top hats, sing songs in German (they had handed out German lyrics for us to sing along), make a couple of speeches in Pennsylvanian Dutch, and then float the stuffed groundhog down the icy stream. This was a sight to see. The guys from the P. Dutch lodge then announced that the groundhog did not see his shadow (after having a groundhog puppet confer with it in Pennsylvania Dutch). One of the highlights of this whole event was watching Beer Slut go over and lick the stuffed groundhog, which got a few laughs). After the event, we all made our way to The Paddock for breakfast with Bloody Mary’s. Now that’s a morning! We must have done more drinking before 9 a.m. than the hobos at Welty’s Town Tavern do all day. We all then left to go back to the warmth of our beds to take a long nap. Smells like a Pa. Dutchie tradition is brewing! From their lodge to ours, on on to My Bloody Valentine! Ateapuss
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