To all who made it out to the Ventura County Hash on Sunday, and to what will most certainly be one of my most memorable trails. I think I've now proven myself as hare to not only the VCH3 but the Oxnard Shores Masterbation Hash in whose territory I chose to invade! HAH! "Only one way to hash in the Nard," MY ASS!!

We tasted the golden elixer of life—Newcastle, no less! (Thank you, Cervix!) We were teased by the scent of the salty air and the rotting broccoli and strawberries, so perfectly identifying Oxnard Shores. The pack delighted in a challenging trail filled with virgin spans and multiple beer checks. Then, a tremendous offering of treats greeted all those who were able to complete the arduous trail—platters of vegetables and exotic cheeses, as well as the most amazing spicy chicken wings freshly BBQed by the master-griller (Thanks, again, Cervix!). All these sumptuous morsals were accompanied by enough Ranch dipping sauce for Naked Harriet Ranch Wrestling! Sweeeeeeeeeeeet!! And I thought I'd enjoyed Ranch dressing in every possible way! (Thanks, once again, Cervix!)

Down-downs were phenominal due in part to the guest RA! Let's just say that EVERYONE enjoyed at least 2 down-downs and the circle lasted for what seemed like hours!

I'd like to thank each who participated but the list would be too long, and my brain can't remember that many names! So thanks to all of you! And to Cervix for inadvertently providing the H3SoBs access to yet another VCH3 Hash shit!

MAX
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