Chattanooga Hash House Harries - Past Hashes

Chattanooga Hash House Harriers

Saturday, August 12, 2006 - Farm Fling (hash #56)

This event's pre-game festivities took place at Thunder Pony's farm in lovely LaFayette, Georgia. Besides TP, in attendance was ReRun McNally (who hared the hashers) and hashers CumOnDown, LuvBug69, Mustard Panties, Maple Queef, Just Rich, Just Rich's son and Just Meredith.

After music and golden nectar at the house while waiting for everyone to show up (moneybags Maple Queef decided to get an 83-in-a-55 speeding ticket), ReRun got everyone to the hash start at the LaFayette park area. Upon arrival ReRun quickly departed, promptly leading hashers through a forest-covered trail butting up to LaFayette's golf course (who knew LaFayette had a golf course?). After some intersections and whichy-ways, all were lead past a No Trespassing sign into a small neighborhood. An older gentleman stopped mowing his yard to ask ReRun, "Whatcha doin', fella?" When ReRun replied that he was playing a follow-the-leader game and his friends were behind him, the man interrupted to say, "Well, you better go!" When the hashers arrived, a woman working on her yard confirmed that ReRun had been by, but after the 4-way intersection, her attention span had wandered.

Back onto Foster Mill Road is where ReRun went, and is where the on-on golf ball was hidden, found by Mustard Panties who was rewarded for her keen eyesight at circle with the prize - her very own LaFayette Ramblers high school shirt. Down back through the park and then into the golf course is where ReRun led everyone, finally taking the hashers under Main Street into a strange undeveloped area of LaFayette to the mid-beer behind an abandoned factory where cold golden nectar awaited all. ReRun took an 8 minute head start and the hashers arrived 7min 45sec after ReRun's arrival to the mid-beer. Thunder Pony and LuvBug left the hot and sweaty *unning to everyone else while they walked, joining up with all moments after their arrival.

After break, where Maple Queef was scolded for pooping on himself, ReRun was off again, around the front of the factory towards highway 27. It's here that hilarity ensued, with ReRun's flour bag tearing, with Run spending over a solid minute trying to tie the hole closed, before finding a replacement bag. Off again, ReRun took all north, then west back towards town, and under highway 151 through some water. Maple Queef decided it wouldn't be a hash if he didn't fall from a height into some water, so while tight-roping across an 8" pipe he decided to fall. After picking himself, he promptly decided to try again, where he fell again. Very Maple Queef, indeed.

Past the library and the Dollar General the hashers were led, getting a lovely tour of Main Street. Back to the van was the end of the hash, where after ReRun's arrival the hashers arrived 7min 40sec later - Front Running Bastard Maple Queef was clearly trying to hunt ReRun down after another 8min lead time. Once everyone arrived, it was back in the van for an air-conditioned ride back to the farm where a great circle was had with many violations.

Immediately after circle the food was broken out, and ReRun began frying a turkey. Amazingly no one was injured or made sick by the bird once it was done cooking (3 minutes a pound at 350 degrees - even ReRun could do that), and there was none left, so it must have tasted good. Music, beverages, horsie rides and great conversation were taking place all around, and many arrived for the on-after festivities: Just Chad, Just Jenniffer, Just Chris, Just Janie, Captain Fro Ranger, Shiggy Mama, and others.

As it got later and later, the party moved out to the south 40, where Queefy and Thunder Pony started a very nice bonfire. Of the 120+ beverages that were chilling on ice in one of four coolers, only one lone soldier was left standing - not too shabby. Those hardcore hashers who stayed up (Thunder Pony, Maple & ReRun) finally turned into pumpkins at 6am, and the list of those with reverse drinking incidents (that's barfing, for those that don't hablo) is highly classified.... unless you ask. Of course all sang that it was a shitty trail, but hopefully the food, fun and festivities made up for it.