26 - Hash Campout Friday Night
#26- Campout Friday night- Archers and Arrows: Releash Me and Dental Dam-zel waited with ants in our pants as the final 4 hashers arrived just in time for hare's away at 6. The pack, consisting of Dock CousteauASD (with Gator Bait) Tighty Whitey, Show Me Your Posse, Tighter Twat, No Cunt-troll, Lack-a-Virgin, Hey! Private Cock-in-Field, Tollhouse Twat and Batteries Not Included, watched the sexy harriettes as they immediately split into two different directions of woods. Yeah, you right- we finally found SHIGGY! The hounds bit at DD's Check Back 8 and found RM's true trail west through da forest. They popped back out to the camp road, only to dive back into woods- repeat this process twice more, and you get the idea. After a third exodus from the trees, the hares saw a tiny clearing in the overgrowth... a 100foot long by 6 foot wide alley chopped through the lumber. It was an archery range, connected to another, and another and another... all set up in a maze through the deep forest. Very Robin Hood, I say. Hounds encountered a 6 way Wichy-way and finally found the pavement (and a dead snake). They curved around a group campsite to see the lovely BN. But Lo- here were hares at an idyllic clearing by a beautiful sparkling lake, and NO BEER- WET BLOW!!!!! Our beer hare had difficulty navigating the 0.8mile journey from start to finish by pavement. I guess 3 rights were just too much to remember. So, the parched pack went back to base camp to drown our sorrows playing Tippy Cup.
Waiting for us at camp were none other than Tidy Bowl Man and a VISITOR. Hooray! Someone actually visited our HashSpace event page and came from another hash! Box Car Willie (who Dental inisited on calling Wee Willie Winkie) is the blonde guy sawing logs in some of the photos. He traveled at great speeds from Mobile to meet our groovy bunch. Joining later were also VooDoo Virgin Cums with Baggage, Muddy Bullocks and their two German Shepherds. The pooches immediately sniffed out territory and acted as Campsite guards. Meanwhile, back at the sports arena, Willie thought we were even more groovy as we made him drink copious amounts of Miller Lite from Keg #1- and then Keg #2. He puked up most of Keg #2 after his heartbreaking defeat in Tippy Cup. His conqueror and overall Tippy Cup Champion was Lack-a-Virgin, Hey! who also puked in the shrubbery.
The next morning found many hashers severely sleepy, yet surprised to see an amazing appearance- Wee-blow Master and Temp Lewinski had miraculously apparated on cots right around the campfire! Even more wonderful was the blessed concoction of Rum Punch that they brought! While we farted around with breakfast, making nearly undrinkable coffee, we set up some tossing games. Use your imagination. Washers, Bolas and Bocce. Dental decided to play camp counselor and round everyone up for a field trip. We loaded K2 on the truck and went to play some volleyball. A water balloon and egg toss were also added to the fun in the sun. With nothing but beer to quench our thirst- we decided to hit the lake. By this time, we'd been joined by Takes It in da Face, Bend Over Rover, Haf-Wax and Ready Whip! What could be better than drinking beer while floating in a cool lake? Hashing, that's what!!!