Post by WhoreShack on Jan 31, 2008 18:08:40 GMT -5
TCH3 #250 was a truly momentous occasion. There were many "Firsts" on this day, as well as some good ole traditions.
We will start by listing the firsts:
First underage hare - Just Jonathan
First underage hound - Just Savannah
First time a sports drink, non-alcohol laced, was in the cooler
First time the TCH3 mumbled most of the words to every song
Now, I know most of you are thinkin " what is the big deal?" Well, to be honest, the turnout was fairly "traditional' for a TCH3 event, so I had to throw out something. OK, now that we have that out of the way, On On to the Tail. It was a Chamber of Commerce day on the Treasure Coast, the sun was shining, it was in the mid 70s with a very slight hint of a breeze. Just perfect. The hare had decided to return to the scene of the original TCH3 trail - Halpatiokee Park. This location has been used many times in nearly 5 year history of the TCH3, but because it is so expansive, and because they always adding new trails, each time is a unique experience. Anyways, pre-lube was scheduled to begin at 10sht with hare away at 11sht, but due to a late running pack, the hare away was delayed to noon. Speaking of the the pack, in attendance were Kinder & Megatron, Moustache Rider and Hey Ride Me from PBH3. Flaming Shit Pyle returned to be the Beer Meister for the day, and I musn't for get Jonathan and Savannah - my "spawn" as there affectionately called. Pack arrives, walking instructions are given and now it is Hares away. Whore Shack and boy spawn Just Jonathan take off into the back country of Halpatiokee, droppin plops and knowledge along the way. On On through the woods with many falses along the way. Taking full advantage of the two hare dynamic, and the criss/crossing trails, the hares lead the pack on a moderate level tour of the walking, biking and driving trails that traverse through the Southern section of the park. A hare's arrow points towards the river that parallels most of the outgoing trail before it turns back, and then west towards I-95. Following the edge of the lake and the sound of the highway, the hares made their way to the BN, passing by the nostalgic spot where Goes Both Ways managed to get The Beast stuck in a culvert during the Fat Boy Hangover Hash post Red Dress # 2005. Good Times. Good Times. The hares arrived at the BN to find the walkers (Moustache Rider and Just Savannah) and Beer Meister Pyle waiting, but not thirsty. Fast Forward ten minutes, and the pack arrives, not too worse for wear. A Scooby Doo like flash back to the day the Beast was stuck and then unstuck by the byko pack after wading through chest deep water along trail. Again, Good Times. Good Times. A five minute head start (yeah I said it, do something about it) and the hares broke North, leaving a fury of plops in their wake. By the second half, Just Jonathan had good handle on this haring deal, and was even carring his own bag. Daddy Shack taught him the importance of staying out of the pack's sight line and the use of objects as plopping spots. So, up Lost River Rd, just into the grass, using trees to hide plops, and then across toward I-95 into an area no hare had gone before. Making their way North, through the tall grasses, and on into the parking lot of the newly constructed hotel. On On, past the Baskin Donuts or is it Dunkin Robbins? I can never get it right. anyways, continue through the Wendy's parking lot and back across Lost River and back into the park. This is about the point where the sintquential Shack haring style is revealed in all of it's glory. Looking for the trail head located on the North end of the park, Shack and JJ end up bush wacking through, following some barely visible animal trails, coming across spider webs, sticker vines and muddy canal crossings along the way. Blood on trail was a by product of all the "trail blazing". Finally the hares find the wlking trail that leads through the park and back to the ON IN. Circle was fun and relaxed with Dubya's Bitch arriving just as it started. Down Downs were enjoyed by all as we mumbled the words to almost every hash song sung. Damn those spawn! Circle ends, commemorative long sleeve Ts were ordered and we were on after to Charlies, a TCH3 tradition.
If you were there, then you know what has been written is true. If you missed it, then you have no choice but to believe.
Anyways, That's my Story, & I'm Stickin' to it.
On Out ~ Shack
We will start by listing the firsts:
First underage hare - Just Jonathan
First underage hound - Just Savannah
First time a sports drink, non-alcohol laced, was in the cooler
First time the TCH3 mumbled most of the words to every song
Now, I know most of you are thinkin " what is the big deal?" Well, to be honest, the turnout was fairly "traditional' for a TCH3 event, so I had to throw out something. OK, now that we have that out of the way, On On to the Tail. It was a Chamber of Commerce day on the Treasure Coast, the sun was shining, it was in the mid 70s with a very slight hint of a breeze. Just perfect. The hare had decided to return to the scene of the original TCH3 trail - Halpatiokee Park. This location has been used many times in nearly 5 year history of the TCH3, but because it is so expansive, and because they always adding new trails, each time is a unique experience. Anyways, pre-lube was scheduled to begin at 10sht with hare away at 11sht, but due to a late running pack, the hare away was delayed to noon. Speaking of the the pack, in attendance were Kinder & Megatron, Moustache Rider and Hey Ride Me from PBH3. Flaming Shit Pyle returned to be the Beer Meister for the day, and I musn't for get Jonathan and Savannah - my "spawn" as there affectionately called. Pack arrives, walking instructions are given and now it is Hares away. Whore Shack and boy spawn Just Jonathan take off into the back country of Halpatiokee, droppin plops and knowledge along the way. On On through the woods with many falses along the way. Taking full advantage of the two hare dynamic, and the criss/crossing trails, the hares lead the pack on a moderate level tour of the walking, biking and driving trails that traverse through the Southern section of the park. A hare's arrow points towards the river that parallels most of the outgoing trail before it turns back, and then west towards I-95. Following the edge of the lake and the sound of the highway, the hares made their way to the BN, passing by the nostalgic spot where Goes Both Ways managed to get The Beast stuck in a culvert during the Fat Boy Hangover Hash post Red Dress # 2005. Good Times. Good Times. The hares arrived at the BN to find the walkers (Moustache Rider and Just Savannah) and Beer Meister Pyle waiting, but not thirsty. Fast Forward ten minutes, and the pack arrives, not too worse for wear. A Scooby Doo like flash back to the day the Beast was stuck and then unstuck by the byko pack after wading through chest deep water along trail. Again, Good Times. Good Times. A five minute head start (yeah I said it, do something about it) and the hares broke North, leaving a fury of plops in their wake. By the second half, Just Jonathan had good handle on this haring deal, and was even carring his own bag. Daddy Shack taught him the importance of staying out of the pack's sight line and the use of objects as plopping spots. So, up Lost River Rd, just into the grass, using trees to hide plops, and then across toward I-95 into an area no hare had gone before. Making their way North, through the tall grasses, and on into the parking lot of the newly constructed hotel. On On, past the Baskin Donuts or is it Dunkin Robbins? I can never get it right. anyways, continue through the Wendy's parking lot and back across Lost River and back into the park. This is about the point where the sintquential Shack haring style is revealed in all of it's glory. Looking for the trail head located on the North end of the park, Shack and JJ end up bush wacking through, following some barely visible animal trails, coming across spider webs, sticker vines and muddy canal crossings along the way. Blood on trail was a by product of all the "trail blazing". Finally the hares find the wlking trail that leads through the park and back to the ON IN. Circle was fun and relaxed with Dubya's Bitch arriving just as it started. Down Downs were enjoyed by all as we mumbled the words to almost every hash song sung. Damn those spawn! Circle ends, commemorative long sleeve Ts were ordered and we were on after to Charlies, a TCH3 tradition.
If you were there, then you know what has been written is true. If you missed it, then you have no choice but to believe.
Anyways, That's my Story, & I'm Stickin' to it.
On Out ~ Shack