by Eager For Beaver | Aug 3, 2015 | BH3 Writeups
Brooklyn #785 Start: The Corner Of Broadway & Division Hare: Dave Luther (for now) On In: C’mon Everybody Scribe: Just Steve I would tell you a mid-sized pack gathered at the start, but I arrived late so I really don’t know. Believe it or not, the corner of Broadway & Division is not nearly as close to the G train as the hare would have you believe. I figured that out together with Cheeky Bastard, but once we found two vaguely familiar people who might have been co-hares; we went in search of the pack who were scurrying around the neighborhood following a live trail. On-on. Once we caught up to the pack, conflict became the theme of this particular trail. Initially, this was the typically amusing harassment (Where you running to baby?) hashers sometimes face when visiting some of Brooklyn’s less gentrified neighborhoods, but upon entering Williamsburg proper, Turd Dimension was kind enough to take it to the next level and pick a fight with a bicyclist. Fortunately Rack “n” Roller was around to save his punk ass and on we went. Along the G line we continued. Motorists honked at us, dogs barked at us, and we wondered how much longer until we got beer? Around 4.5 miles or so in, we arrived at a great little bar over near Pratt called C’mon Everybody. We were quickly sequestered away from the general population but offered beer and water for our efforts. Much later, pizza would arrive & the circle would begin. I believe these things happened. • The hare drank for being the hare. • We welcomed Hot Climax & Sex...
by Eager For Beaver | Feb 3, 2015 | BH3 Writeups, Writeups
BH3 #760 What: Winter Wonderland Hash When: 1/26/15 Pre-lube/On In: Barcade, Union Street Between Aisnie and Powers. Hare: Turd Dimension Scribe: Eager for Beaver * HAZARD TYPES…HEAVY SNOW AND BLOWING SNOW…WITH BLIZZARD CONDITIONS LIKELY. * ACCUMULATIONS…SNOW ACCUMULATION OF 1 TO 2 FEET…WITH LOCALLY HIGHER AMOUNTS POSSIBLE. * WINDS…NORTH 20 TO 30 MPH WITH GUSTS UP TO 50 MPH. So we already knew ahead of time that this trail would be a shit show. Why? Because our Mayor (that’s not a hash committee position), ahead of first snow fall, had already declared that this would be the biggest snowstorm “ever to strike New York City”. So, to extrapolate further, we’d already been warned way in advance that this would be the worst trail of the year. Yet it was even worse. We have a history in Brooklyn of running regardless of the horrible weather. Back in 2012, we insisted on setting trail during Hurricane Sandy, just because it happened to hit on a Monday. For that trail, we arrived at the on in well in advance of the Gowanus flooding, and invited whoever showed up to following the pre-printed trail around the canal. Fortunately, those attending chose to hang out with the hare rather than run his by-then flooded and no joke life-threatening trail. Unfortunately, tonight’s pack did not choose as wisely. The pack arrived – all 8 of us – to find the hare was already incredibly loaded. He was also loaded with flour and kool-aid – because the hare, against all good advice but due to the incredible snow storm predicted by local politicians, was going to set...
by Six Inches, Ladies | Dec 16, 2014 | BH3 Writeups
Brooklyn #754 Dec 15, 2014 Start: Alligator Lounge, 600 Metropolitan Ave On In: George and Jack’s Hare: Skidmark Scribe: Six Inches Ladies Meeting at the Alligator Lounge in Williamsburg isn’t really the sort of thing that we do very often… Oh, wait. Yes it is. That place is our prelube so often that it’s actually a preset on my Garmin watch and Siri thinks it’s my home address. Skidmark was our intrepid hare. After finding Spank the Plank and this week’s scribe alone at the bar he feared we’d be the only ones on trail. I pointed out that it was only 7, and that people wouldn’t arrive until 7:02. 2 minutes later the entire pack showed up wondering why people were already at the prelube. Pleasantries were exchanged, beers were downed, pants were removed (wait, this sounds more like a date than a hash) and the pack was ready to go. No visitors or virgins were mucking up our pregame. Details are for suckers, so the pack listened as raptly to Skidmark’s chalk talk as they would’ve to a preflight safety announcement. Someone was actually reading a Skymall Magazine at one point, And so the pack launched into action. Everything was fine until the first check when we almost lost Pecker Wrecker because he “couldn’t go straight.” He was ready to hail a green cab, but the trail continued to the left (and there’s no such thing as “hailing a green cab”) so he could stay with us. There was much relief. The check at McCarren Park was perfectly mismanaged. After solo hashers went in separate directions in failed attempts to find the trail, group...
by Doggie Erectus | Aug 8, 2014 | BH3 Writeups
BH3 #734 Hare: Just Dave Start/Prelube: Lincoln Park Tavern, 49 Lincoln Rd (btw Ocean Ave & Flatbush) On In: Greenwood Park Date: Aug 4 2014 Brooklyn Hash #734 Scribe: Eager for Beaver There was a time at the hash when we had – nay, enjoyed – an overabundance of Just Daves. Hash naming probably adopted by New York City just to make it easier for the Daves to know which of them was being referred to, probably. One by one, the Daves would each do something stupid – set trails that were ‘Too Long’, pull his shorts down at the on in to reveal his ‘Tripod’, etc. – to earn hash names. Naming solved the problem – at least until we had to start all over again when we got a wave of Erics. Our hare tonight hasn’t dropped trou or set terribly long trails – yet – so for now he’s still Just Dave. The prelube – yay for prelubes – was Lincoln Park Tavern, which looks like a pretty serviceable place for an on in, meaning that it is horribly run down and smells like cats. Unfortunately for the bartender, this was only the start for us, so he was stuck serving ice water while we waited around for the show to start. Paranoid Just Dave thought ahead – perhaps, overthought ahead – posting urgent messages for bag help despite arriving with a civilian and a truck to take bags. Guess the hare won’t be needing any help after all. He did fail to warn the pack to bring proof of age, as the on-in would be...
