About the Queens Black Knights H3

  Description Founded by I-Feel Tower, A Little Dirty, CPA, Finger Me First, Bedmaster, Solar E’clits & Gretel. The inaugural running of the Black Knights took place on April 12th, 2013. This hash is a celebration of the New Moon & Queens! Schedule We hash on the Friday evenings at 7:15 PM following the New Moon. The exact date will be posted here or on our back-up Facebook Group. Join us! Mismanagement I-Feel Tower, Grand Master w.w.moore@mac.com CPA, Religious Advisor Finger Me First, Religious Advisor Bedmaster, Religious Advisor Solar Eclits, Fluffer A Little Dirty, Fluffer Gretel, Generic Mismanager #6 “The Queens Black Knights Hash Lives!”...

BH3 #703

BH3 #703 – The White Trash R*n Hare: Smashmouth Start: L or M to Myrtle Wyckoff Stop Scribe: RackN’ Roll Her The start of the White Trash R*n of 2013 was at an intersection of five different avenues.  Or, if you pay specific attention to the hareline (a show of hands on this one…), at the corner of Myrtle and Wyckoff.  I think.  Anyway, there happened to be a large, enclosed, street-level subway station on the corner of the designated L stop, and this indoor station became the spot where the pack congregated on that 25 degree December evening.  As watches hit 7pm, the pack suddenly became concerned about their missing hare.  Surely this heated station must be the start!, we said.  And surely Smashmouth would come looking for us, was said by a few.  (This seems even stupider now, as I sit here and write this, than it did the night of the trail.)  Hardman even called the hare’s cell phone, and was greeted with voicemail.  Finally a very smart and determined hasher braved the cold to locate our hare, and found him waiting with 4 other hashers on one of those unheated street corners.  Smashmouth didn’t even bother to conceal his feelings of dismay as about 30 hashers descended upon him.  “Welcome, you are LATE!”, he boomed, and the White Trash R*n began.   Our hare told to us to feel free to take photos of the quaint displays of piety, but also not to spend too much time gawking at this year’s chosen neighborhood of ridicule.  The pack took off through Bushwick and in less than a...

BH3 #697

Hares:  New York Cock Exchange & Pussy in Boots Start: The Bushwick Country Club On In: Casa de New York Cock Exchange & Pussy in Boots Brooklyn Hash # 697 Scribe: Rack N’Roll Her Sigh.  The farewell hash of two notorious and well-loved hashers.  They are leaving, off to Chicago (well, gone as I write this).  What will the GGFM do without New York Cock Exchange?!  No one has the endurance to run circle as long as she can!  Or be as loud, really.  And their drink checks!  The Pickleback drink check in East River Park wins best drink check ever, of all the NYC area kennels.  Never mind that the pack got completely lost on that sh*$$y trail and had to run back to the drink check from the bar.  But I digress – I’m not writing about the GGFM trails – back to The Bushwick Country Club. Shortly after 7pm, a very large group of hashers, many of whom are rarely seen in the provinces of Brooklyn, were chatting at the start.  There was plenty of time to drink a pint since, true to their Friday night hash style, our hares gave the chalk talk close to 7:30.  The pack was off, and an absurd quantity of bags, luggage, purses, laptops and other random crap were piled into the hares’ car, and on top of the hares and yours truly.   Having gotten a ride to the drink check, I have nothing to share about the trail, except that it ran through Bushwick.  Oh, and the one piece of information that I later heard repeatedly from half the...

BH3 #696

  Brooklyn Hash #696 Hare: Torr Start: Greenpoint Avenue stop on the G train On In: R Bar Scribe: Rack N’Roll Her No matter how many years you’ve been hashing, it is hard to feel confident about a trail that is set solo by a virgin hare.  But I felt a little better after I ran into Skidmark on the way to the start, and he told me that he would help Torr with the bags, and all the details that make haring such a fun contribution to the hash.  After the pack slowly gathered, Torr gave a brief chalk talk, and told us that he had set the trail that morning before work, and forgotten that it was garbage day, so there was a possibility that some marks might be under trash.   Fantastic.  We ran off, feeling unsure if we would be re-united with our possessions at the end. After winding through a bit of Greenoint, the trail took us to the Pulaksi Bridge and into Queens.  In Queens the checks disappeared, the pack thinned, and I ran the rest of the trail with Spits and Swallows and the virgin, and focused on looking for a place to pee.  I had neglected to mention that I had needed to pee when I arrived at the start, and decided to ignore this need (sorry, but this is relevant).   After passing the only commercial establishment, the shuttered Goldfinger “gentleman’s club”, ducking between parked cars on a desolate avenue seemed like a good option.  If having to pee in public is ever a good option.  Of course there was a man...

BH3 #694

Date: Monday October 28, 2013 Brooklyn Hash Number: 694 On-In:  718 Bar, 5th avenue & 23rd Street Hare:  Whoremaster Scribe: Rack N Roll’Her I arrived at the random start location of 8th Avenue and 9th Street at about 6:50, very early by hash standards, to find Fluffy and one other hasher waiting for our hare.  Fluffy proceeded to tell us that it was likely no0one else would come, because Whoremaster’s trails were so notoriously awful that any hasher would have stayed home or found something, anything, else to do that night.   Not this group!  Soon a crowd of commuters flooded out of the F station, and with them hashers, who either had never met Whoremaster, or have early signs of Alzheimer’s.  Our hare gave the usual spiel about the trail, and took a random poll asking if we would like pizza, tacos, Chinese or falafel.  A few cries of pizza and tacos were heard, but mostly the pack was silent, not used to be asked for their opinion.  Then off we went to Prospect Park!  We immediately were lost at the first check, after running a quarter of a mile.  The pack split up, ran in every direction, re-grouped and then split up again.  I wisely decided to stick close to Blackout, after hearing that he knew where the On In was.  After 30 minutes of running around in a 400-meter radius, cries of On On were heard (really this time!), and hope was regained.  Down a pitch-black pathway we went, to some southern corner of the park where Eager for Beaver emerged from the woods and provided very...