Hash Trash
The semi-regular diatribe and record of the
Montreal Hash House Harriers
Volume 2, Issue 2, Run 33, February 1997

The day dawned - sunny but a little on the chilly side, with a promise to warm up to about -7 C or so by 1pm - destination somewhere in Chateauguay. Clear roads, and good directions saw two cars and three hashers at the car park and ready for the off at the appointed time - no hares in sight, no Hash Cash. Unfortunately for them one of those who had arrived on time was the GMH!! They would pay for their sins later ! Almost from nowhere Hashers suddenly appeared. We crowded into Red Dog's private bar, paid our dues, and were rewarded with a nip of single malt to keep out the cold.

The Hares had found an ingenious way of marking the trail - grated carrot, and had planned 2 beer stops along the way. A group numbering well into the teens set off in search of the red stuff, and the trail led through the picturesque streets of Chateauguay. A couple of check points and some wicked changes in direction kept the pack together as we arrived at the Dead Center of town. Here the trail led through deep snow drifts. Following in the previous persons footprints is great, unless that person was Red Dog whose legs are twice as long as the average person!

Captain Canada and Foxy Lady fell behind at this point and cannot say what happened to the rest of the pack in their quest to reach the first watering hole - only that they were successful. Offered a short cut, CC and FL went off on their own. Somehow the first watering hole was by-passed (what happened to Captain Canada's instinct for beer?) and before long we realised we were not only SCB's but FRB's!! Trail was hard to follow, but with the help of an unsuspecting passer-by who had actually spotted the grated red stuff we made our way to the trail split. To take the short route back might mean arriving back at base with no means of getting inside, so to avoid being shut out in the cold, and badly in need of a beer, we struggled on to beer stop no. 2. Worried about their missing comrades, the main pack abandoned the trail at the first beer stop and returned to base. A few phone calls later, after working out what (Watt) street Red Dog lived on we were all reunited.

DOWN-DOWNS

Latecomers- almost everyone.

Newcomers- welcome to Margaret and Jacques who downed their beer in great style.

Day Trippers-D.A. and Captain Canada, who launched himself into unsuspecting snow piles. Lost-Captain Canada and Foxy Lady -?!? -

SCB's, FRB's OMT but not lost! Lack of communication-Cash and Lucifer Naming-Martine shall now be known as KILLER after her verbal attack on some arsehole in Moe's who insisted on opening doors which had been sealed for the winter. Hares-usual appreciation, Numbskull, Shit etc etc.

An appeal again for everyone to sign up for the receding hareline; a proposal for a Spring Roast Hash around Easter weekend; a request for all those on e-mail to give their addresses to Cash / On Sec to cut down on phoning time; a proposal to have moosehead hats.

The On-On was at the Alibi, good food and beer, and a down-down challenge from the barman!

THE TEN COMMANDMENTS

1) Obey the GMH.
2) Pay your dues. (No drinking without paying)
3) Call the trail. (No calling on a short cut)
4) No spillage of the golden fluid.
5) No fouling the trail.
6) No littering the car park.
7) No cropping (ie: running across planted fields)
8) No other means of transport.
9) No in - out trail confusion. (Applies to the hares only)
10)No chariots in sight of a checkpoint. (Applies to the hares only)