January 1, 2006-Hash # 380-Soowee & Lick -Me-Lower!- A cold rainy new years day found the hares and hounds huddled in a small mass at Cottage Hill Park. The pack's lame attempt at doing something other than piling themselves under Afghans for the duration of the day was to appear and pay $6.00 and muddle through the damn trail. The hares were off at a slow trot, not much more than a waddle back towards Cottage Hill Rd. Flour, snot and pigs were flying toward the first ditch of the New Year. Popping out behind the Church on Grelot, the hares wrapped the trail back on itself and crossed the soccer fields to the wooded trails. The hares need not worry most of the beer, wine; Jack Daniel's and tequila infested livers were only just now beginning to function properly which slowed the pack considerably. We laid the trail and almost ourselves down through the woods and round through the disc golf course. The trail ended in the parking lot and we drank tepidly.

January 14, 2006 Hash # 381-Weinie Dinky & Furry Thing-Most folks who read this hash trail used to hash with us on the Halloweenie Hash. Well, this hash began where that one did in front of the Greer's /Florida Bowl/T.P. Crotchmine's restaurant. There wasn't any slogan or theme to this trail unless you can call middle of January-After Christmas-But prior to Mardi-Gras hash.
So oft we galloped like freshly shod mules in hackles heading due west. The sun was so bright and shiny in our Saturday after the Blues Tavern eyeballs, that we dared run past the powder without ever seeing it. We were offered up a mid-beer half way or thereabouts. Most kept heading west. We passed beneath the I-65/Government exchange and out into no-hounds land. We finally stopped at bowling alley out by the Bingo palace. It was quite a surprise on-in at the bowling alley. We had a striking good time!

January 29, 2006 Hash #382-Mutha Superior & Babe Thruster-The Year of the Dog Hash.
As the title might lead you to expect, this trail was a dog friendly hash. We even named two dogs at the hash. Now, that's not Two Dogs as in the wanker that used to hash with us, but actually two dogs, a Doberman and an illegitimate Rockwieler/ Labrador. We watched in shock and awe as the hares took off with the hound in tow. Of course, first things first, the pouch had to poop. A sight to behold, but not too close. The two legged hare just had to wait it out. Finally they were off again and were laying something other than last night's Alpo. The trail wrapped around the dog track, went through a huge dirt pit and came back to the dog track. We named one dog, the Doberman, (a.k.a. Duke) Liquor Run. This due in large to his inability to cease licking everything, (Not that this is a bad thing.) The Rock/Lab, (a.k.a. Cruise) was named "Poop Dog", yep you guessed it.

February 5, 2006 Hash #383 -Jaws of Life & Just a Little Bit-The Super Bowl Hash! We started the hash about 2 blocks from the hare's house, and we wanted to just jog straight there. But we didn't. They headed off and we waited our usual five minutes before tearing out after them.
It was a sunny, cool day, perfect for football and hashing. We followed the trail through the neighborhoods and lost trail, close to the hares house, so we eased on over and ran upon Just a Little Bit. He promptly told us to get back out there and look for the rest of the trail, and wouldn't you believe it, we did? We went back to Ladd stadium (I think it's named for Cheryl Ladd--of Charlie's Angels). Any who, we still couldn't find the trail so we jogged a big loop and went back to the JAWS -JALB domicile and called it good. We ate and drank and saw the first quarter.

February 18, 2006- Hash # 384- Hump Me Bogart & Up your Anus-"The Hump Back Mountain Hash"- I wonder with names like this, who was the catcher in the pup tent? Alrighty then. The hash began in Springhill off of old Shell in the parking lot of Winn Dixie. We were all supposed to dress like a cowpoke, and some did. The hare looked like Pee Wee Herman's older, yet scrawnier cousin "Sheep-boy Coy" after a night out under the stars. But it was a trail and we knew if we suffered through it we would be rewarded with beers. So we jogged after 'em. We hashed across the country club golf course and down through the prestigious homes of upper Springhill out to McGregor, across Dauphin Street and ended down a dirt road. We gathered up and proceeded to Hump-Me's house for Lasagna and cookies and beer. We huddled around the kitchen stove and hummed tunes like "I'm O.K. your O.K. Corral", "Homo on the Range", "I'm a Sheep herder at Heart", "Ewe and Me in a tent for Two", and the hash all time favorite" The Old Gissom Trail".

March 4, 2006-Hash # 385-Straddle This & Lick-Me-Lower! Boy what a hook up on Ha