Chicago Hash House Harriers

The Tale of the Trail
Chicago Hash 25 Apor 2010 by Horn-E

This was a cold day at the start. It had been raining. I arrived and almost no one was there. But finally a small pack of 15 hounds gathered and were sent off. Its Too Soft was a sort of sweep hare who didn’t really sweep, but was at the beer stop. Lifa was still laying trail after the rain. We headed west in the alley and across Sheffield and then north to a Split. We lost some of the pack there and we followed Goldilocks to the west and then south. You live by ranging, you die by ranging and it took some of those that headed north quite a while to catch up again. Meanwhile we headed south to a mix-up on Lincoln and then south following Goldilocks to Wrightwood and a good check. I wandered around through the park and only two arrows before spotting Salty Gash coming out of an alley yelling, ‘I’m On, I’m On, I’m On.’ So I blew the horn and finally got the attention of the pack and we were off through the alley south and then west. Muffin The Mule had joined us and we tried to keep up with him as we headed west to Racine. Here the hare laid a nice loop to the north and Horn-E found marks going south and rallied the following pack with his horn. But another Split and Horn-E followed the pack back east in an alley and finally to a Check by De Paul. Trail headed a bit west and then south and back east to another Check at Webster and Sheffield. Goldilocks was to the south and seriously confused by Chicago marks. The pack was standing around doing nothing as usual. Muffin The Mule was to the east and crossed the street heading north. So Horn-E followed. There was a turn mark heading north and at the alley was a Split. Muffin The Mule was already turning around and heading back from the north. Horn-E headed east and finally spotted the elusive third arrow. Chicken Stifer was behind and bitching that Horn-E hadn’t blown his horn. I don’t blow the horn until I see the third arrow or hear an On call. I hadn’t. And why wasn’t he blowing his whistle? But the three of us ran on several blocks and then south to Webster again. The horn and whistle were blown for the pack, but they weren’t in sight. Trail went north on Halsted and through a gangway. At the next street, trail headed east across Halsted and to a Check at Lincoln. Muffin The Mule went north, Chicken Stifer wandered around the six corners a bit and Horn-E headed south. Found some marks, but not enough and at Oz Park he headed east. No marks at Lincoln, he headed north on a side street and finally Just Brendan came his way. So we retreated together to the north, to a block north of the Check and a block east. As we headed west we saw Ass Capades heading into an alley and coming our way. In the alley we found marks and this led to a Split, north and south. We had a bit of trouble finding a mark here as the next mark was across Fullerton and hidden. Odor Eater finally found it and we now had a pack assembled again. We ran north to an alley for a Split and Odor Eater headed east. So Horn-E headed north 100 feet to the next corner. No one was yelling ON, but the pack finally started down the alley. So Horn-E paralleled the pack to Clark. Oooops. Here Horn-E spotted a Split on the other side of the street. It looked like it could be off of a Check at the corner of Fullerton a block south. So Horn-E headed north until he spotted the third mark and blew his horn. But there was no one at the corner, now two blocks south. Oh oh. Did he miss a beer check in the park? No. He should have just continued on because the Beer Check was just a few more blocks at the Gazebo in the park. Now, if the On in trail is to close to the On Out trail, shit happens. But thinking he missed the Beer Check, he headed back on trail almost a half mile before spotting the BN. Damn. And in the distance he saw Muffin The Mule coming. So he returned on trail and soon approached the beer stop just as Muffin The Mule passed him.
A short time later Chicken Stifer arrived and bitched about Horn-E ranging and short cutting. Hey, no more then he has done countless times. Actually only a half block off course. but just at the right moment. Apparently the trail ranged south to the main entrance of the zoo and then back to a Check at Stockton and Fullerton. But all was good and we were drinking beer.
Back at the start, the keg was eventually tapped and a circle was held on the roof by Genesis who didn’t run. Speaking of those that didn’t run, we had a long list including Just Rita who watched the house while we hashed, and her brother, and Tinkle Trotsky, Ice Princess, Fistful Of Pricks, Glory Hole, R-Tard-E, Calvin Klein, Batteries Not Included, and who knows who else. They kept trickling on in. But they didn’t hash. Those that did, besides those mentioned in the story included Way To Much Jism (a visitor from Waukesha), Slippery Box (our FBI) Poultry Fucker, Corn Star, Magnetic Muff, Just Miguel and Mount Schwiiinga.

The Tale of the Trail
The Chicago Hash. 17 Apr 2010 by Horn-E

The hares were R-Tard-E and Pokehisanus and many were worried and saying how risky it was to pit these tow together for a trail. Well, in their early haring days they had some problems, but both hares have gotten much better and are better then some of their worst detractors of late. So I wasn’t worried and expected a good and adventurous trail. It was okay. All right, it was shitty.
I counted 24 hounds heading out on trail thanks to visitors and virgins. The bartender was being a dick with ID at the start. But we finally got outside and ready for a chalk talk. We headed northwest in an alley and over Armitage and finally to a Check at Armitage and Milwaukee. Confusion reigned here, but finally marks were found to the SW on Milwaukee and then north on Western. I think that is what happened. Anyway, there was another Check just north of Armitage on Western. Again, hashers running around. Finally Horn-E spotted a mark east on Mclean and ahead there was Come More Often yelling On. He had a Triple Split at Oakley and went south. Horn-E went straight and was On and had to run through a front entrance of a school and back and forth and such until he had to climb over a fence into the school playground. Meanwhile Corn Star entered the school yard from the street and was the FRB until she exited the school yard and some free ranging hounds were already ahead of her. That is how we all feel, just as you get ahead on trail, someone is ahead because they were off trail. This did lead us back to Mclean and then east to a Check. By this point I ran into Goldiloxxx who remembered me from Camp Hedon in the 90s when I was shaving pussies there. After I left, he took over the duties. Hey, it is a dirty job, but somebody has to do it. Ended up falling behind around here while checking in the wrong direction and we eventually headed south of Armitage to Bloomingdale and then east along the tracks to a T and E Split. I saw hashers ahead and just ran towards them and found out later that both T and E just looped right back to Bloomingdale. We ran on to Marshfield and then through a dog park and over a fence and down a wall. By the time I got here, the pack leaders were across Ashland and heading north. This turned out to be a False. Not knowing exactly where the Check was, Horn-E headed south and just started running. The pack was following and finally Horn-E found a third arrow and we were On. This led to a quick loop into an alley and back through an empty lot where Slippery Box passed Horn-E. Upon emerging Horn-E spotted the following pack and was able to short cut some with the Horn. A Split led us back across Ashland and Horn-E regained the lead into a small parking lot and out the other side and back south. By now short cutters were already to the south and led the pack through an alley and to the east. Along here, I got overheated and stripped off a shirt and long sweat pants. This put me near the back and I spent the rest of the trail back there with the back of the pack and Pokehisanus sweeping. We headed west on North and through a lot of angled streets and alleys and eventually down an alley to a locked gate and the back yard of Pokehisanus’s pad. Here the pack was sitting drinking beer. All was good.
From here we headed north on Western and back to the bar. The other bartender wasn’t there and we all got in without I Ds and settled into some beer. One hasher was a virgin running with a puppy and definitely under 21. He arrived with Betty Boop from Trinidad and was her nephew. She stayed only through the short first circle and disappeared and I didn’t get a chance to meet her. Beer was cheap cans and after an initial buy, we suspended circle and left. Apparently the bartender didn’t like us singing in the back room. So we went down the street to a 2218 Tap Room. Peterbilt had us in here once before. They were more receptive and we went into the beer garden for more circle where Genesis finished it for us.
Finally we came back inside and went through many a picture of beer.
Others in attendance on trail were Glory Hole, Are They Real, Hoosier Daddy, More Tail, Skull & Bone’Her, Fistful Of Pricks, SnatchSquatch, Mouthful Of Meat, Dark Side Of The Poon, Chicken Stifer, Magnetic Muff, Just Do Me Slowly, Lifa, Just Tim, Its Too Soft, Just Brendan, and Just Miguel, a virgin. Welcome. Non runners were Genesis, Tinkle Trotsky and Peterbilt.

The Tale of the Trail
The Chicago Hash, 3 Apr. 2010, by Horn-E

This was an Easter Celebration held on Sat because that was the only day that anyone volunteered their house for a celebration dinner. Thanks Soul Taco. Lifa Volunteered to be the hare and that meant we had to put up with another Lifa trail. At least that was heard on trail. But it wasn’t all that bad. Really. Honest. I swear on the Easter Bunny. We were soon off to the north with a small pack of hungry hounds out to further work up an appetite. Eleven hounds in all. We headed off to the north and the pack was a slow moving one. Even Crop Duster was still tired from Thursday’s hash. The front of the pack changed back and forth and at Splits and such but the back of the pack stayed much the same with Horn-E, Poultry Fucker and R-Tard-E holding up the rear. We had a Check at Addison and near the Expressway and there was a chance to maybe get ahead, but we were soon back in the rear as trail headed north, then west and finally over to an alley near Pulaski and Addison. Braving the traffic, Horn-E managed to get near the front around here. We went south one more block and then west, across Pulaski and we hit a Check. The 69 Cent Man was calling On to the south in an alley and I followed as Just Kelsey and Slippery Box zipped past me. We went a block west and I saw the 69 Cent Man heading south and then west again. But as we headed south, Crop Duster, now where did he come from, came out of where the 69 Cent Man disappeared. A good Back Check. We went south to Milwaukee and Pulaski where we had another Check. Trail was heading west and then south and we were soon following Crop Duster in the distance. We crossed Belmont and heading south to a parking lot where Horn-E came up behind Lifa sweeping. He said something about this should be interesting. Hmmm. A Back Check? And sure enough, the pack started to return. Heading south about 50 feet, Horn-E spotted the marks and was off and in front for about 100 yards until Just Kelsey passed him. See, even the old and slow can get in front for a short distance with a well laid Back Check. We crossed Pulaski and into a neighborhood of angled streets meeting NSEW streets. Where was the pack? A bunch of FRBs were out of sight at a Check. But Horn-E spotted them returning from the south. Happy Ass Grabber and Horn-E headed east and found marks and this led to the South.
From here we headed south across Diversey and into a large park where Soul Taco and Genesis, who didn’t run, arrived late, and assisted on the beer stop, were both waiting with beer and an Easter Egg Hunt set up. We were minus one hasher, Poultry Fucker who cut off along the way and headed back to Soul Taco’s place. Who else was on trail? The visitor, Vote For Pedro, Its Too Soft and Glory Hole.
We walked back to the On In and the food was cooking. We found the non runners Chicken Stiffer, Peterbilt and SnatchSquatch waiting. We were also joined by Bloody Thighs and Just Do Me Slowly who only came for the food. That ham was great and the chocolate cream pie was irresistible. Everything else was good too. Real good.
Genesis called the circle together on the porch and the hares got plenty of down downs We also included Crop Duster for his trail of Thursday. He deserved more. We quickly got into a naming for Just Kelsey. Genesis had a list of things about her that was a mile long. But we seemed to concentrate on the fact that she likes to run knickerless. It finally narrowed down to the Kansas Kommando and something similar and Sin Calvones. And that is what it ended up, Sin Calvones and so it shall be for evermore.

The Tale of the Trail
The Chicago Hash 21 Mar 2010

Hares were listed as Ice Princess and Crop Duster from the home of Ice Princess. I don’t think Ice Princess ever left his place. But Erin Go Buff did in fact help lay the trail. We did have 15 hounds on trail. The trail led south to a partially enclosed cluster of town homes after a quick Check. Lifa found the trail and led us around a bit and then through a fence and gate. Ooops, don’t close the gate. We did. Trail led into a field where Lifa found a Back Check and a can of cold beer. A reward for the FRB. But it was a Back Check and we returned to the now locked gate. Genesis played super hero and climbed the high wall and opened the gate and we were off again. Winding around the complex of homes Lifa again led us to a False and a locked gate. Going back, Horn-E found marks heading south and another False. So we returned to the north and eventually out the main gate and back south along State. At Roosevelt we found Erin Go Buff sitting there laughing at the hounds who missed the light. The front of the pack were out of sight in the next cluster of homes. But we caught up with them just as they found the next Check where all of the Check hangers were waiting. Horn-E followed the ranging pack and in the distance Ginger Snatch, but we were off. The trail headed behind some homes to a narrow passage and a high wall. But at the southern end we were able to climb over the wall. Two Fuck Canuck and Horn-E managed this okay but others were struggling and the FRBs were already out of sight. The hardest climb was Turbo Dog. Something about no opposable thumbs. So she was lifted over the top. Trail led us back to Roosevelt and east where we crossed the previous trail at State St. and repaired marks by those sneaky bastard hares. This led us through some alleys and streets to the north and east and eventually over to Michigan Ave. We could see the FRBs heading north from some monument in the park and along the path paralleling the tracks. The pack swept towards the FRBs who eventually returned towards Michigan Ave. I followed Ass Capades as we cut a short bit of trail and soon we were heading into an underground garage. Check. That was nice. But the pack was soon On and into the parking area. They looked lost up ahead and Genesis headed south into a corner and found beer by a trash can.
Motor Whore A was also there. Not on trail, but she might have brought the beer. And so we drank some beer and an all to short, but decent trail was over. Who managed to run. International Virgin. Yeah, sort of running again. Just Cindy, 10,000 Tiki Whore, Suckiwi, Its Too Soft, The KGB, M’Alice from Vancouver and new to Chicago, Fruit Of The Clue.
Back at the Condo of Ice Princess, we eventually headed to the roof for a circle. The hares got their usual dosage of well deserved charges and down downs. We met the visitors M’Alice, Two Buck Canuck who ran trail and eventually Funny Bone Her who didn’t but helped Salty Gash get more beer. Thanks ladies. And we met Fruit Of The Clue who also did his first Chicago trail and has moved here. Welcome. There were two virgins who were also brought out, Just Caroline and Just Jill who didn’t run trail. Hmmm!. Wouldn’t they still be virgins then? We need to get them to break that cherry on trail somewhere soon. There was a long list of other hashers who also didn’t. Batteries Not Included, Calvin Klein, Soul Taco, Mouthful Of Meat, Wang Chunks, Fistful Of Pricks and Just Becky.
Back in the condo we settled into beer and some good chocolate brought by Just Becky. Ice Princess soon went beddy bye, or in the words of true drinkers, passed out. We only had one bitch fight that was quickly broken up. We made a lot of noise and eventually the neighbors came by. Noise? Who us? So, with our host passed out, we decided to honor his home and quieted down a bit. Hmmm, hashers quieting down. Now there is a novel twist. And so the hash slowly filtered away as hashers wandered off.