Tale of the Trail – CH3 #1451

The Chicago Hash 8/14/06 by Horn-E

We had a late announcement for this hash because of no hare. Please volunteer folks. You Got My Rod came out of nowhere and volunteered to hare from the Lake Shore Grill. We had a dozen hashers as we circled up. Our trail headed south to the river and then west to a split. Chicken Stiffer went south. Bye.

The trail went west and up to the upper lever at Michigan. We then headed through Illinois Center to a check. Meanwhile Chicken Stiffer was paying the most severe penalty that us ranging hashers face. He came out of the lower levels at Michigan Ave and headed west, way off course. He eventually found the On In marks and ended up following the trail backwards.

At our first check, Fiddle Tits found the trail heading south towards Millennium Park and a split at Randolph. She went east, I went west and I was On, across Michigan and then the marks disappeared. They were washing the sidewalks. I headed west to State with Sperm Bank. Eventually the hare arrived and helped the small lead pack back to the trail. I was off around a construction site and I eventually got back on trail and caught the pack at Madison and Clark at a check. Magnetic Muff was standing around checking out the local traffic. I followed Lower Wackoff west and eventually I saw Boner Malfunction ahead. Where did he come from? The last time I saw him he was a block off course at the first check. Sneaky bastard. We came to a check at Wacker and Washington. I went south and stumbled onto marks coming from the west. I tried to signal the pack, but they were out of site. So I followed the marks to the Franklin St. Bridge, over the river and into the lower levels. Suddenly Chicken Stiffer was there. We ran a few more blocks and suddenly Its Too Soft was running with Chicken Stiffer. They followed the trail while I kept trying to parallel them and eventually I found marks, lost marks and struggled on in. A short time later others started to arrive in little groups. Actually a good trail, that got screwed up a few times.

Eventually Chicken Stiffer led us in a short circle. This was good, because the beer price was higher then normal. Good beer. Good view and our last time at this location. Damn construction.

Mismanagement Highlights

Highlights from the 8/13/2006 Mismanagement Meeting:

Thanks to all of those people who showed up or submitted information.
Present: Chicken Stiffer-GM, Calvin Klein-RA, It’s too Soft- WEB master, Mount Me Pulezee, Coffee, Tea or Me, Peter Built, Horn-E, Batteries Not Included, CP, Boner Malfunction, Cums in My Assfault, and Shiggy Piggy Gang Bang.

Budget-
1. After yesterdays meeting the CH3 has $1094 in the bank.
2. CH3 is asking for money from the other Chicago hashes to offset the cost of the $240/year phone line we run. TH3, BDH, and MH pay $72/year, SCH3 pay $24/year, and CFMH, FCMH pay $24/ year. Roughly this is a $1 per hash announcement charge. THANKS PB for running the phone line.

Recruitment-
1. $250 budgeted for a recruitment hash will be given to POP.
2. A day will be chosen in September or October when anyone bringing a virgin will not have to pay hash cash.

Hare Raiser- Rearloader
1. Rearloader continues to do a commendable job but we can help him out by volunteering to be a hare, and finding venues that have beer specials. If your stuck try this website http://www.drinktown.com/chicago.html to find a bar.

Haberdashery-
1. We will check into the cost of Ladies t-shirts and tanks.
2. People would like a new design but we need someone to step up and create something.
3. We have 6 XL of the current blue Chicago H3 shirts left

POP
1. POP is under the CH3 family umbrella it is not a separate event.
2. POP must include the GM in its budget planning in the future. This way POP can know how much $$$$ support they are going to get for their event.
3. CH3 is offering $250 to POP at this time to offset the cost of this years event.
This money is coming out of the recruitment hash portion of CH3 budget.

RAs
1. Calvin wants to introduce one new song to the hash a month so please learn it.

1469/Anthrax DECEMBER 16, 2006 around 3:00 pm.

1. T-shirt design needed for the Front.
2. Keep cost in the $20-30 range for 4 hours of beer, wine, and food.
3. Need a design for Lanyard tag.
HASH BALL ANYONE INTERESTED IN RUNNING IT OR HELPING OUT

Chicken Stiffer
CH3- GM

Mismanagement Meeting

Sunday 8/14/2006 @ 6pm
Chicago HHH Summer 2006 Mismanagement Meeting (not a hash)

Hare(s): GM – Chicken Stiffer
Venue: It’s Too Soft’s Rooftop Skydeck at the New Party Central – 933 W. Wolfram

(1 blk North of Diversey and 1/4 block East of Sheffield, by the Diversey Brown Line stop and Cherry Red).

Note the city tickets residential zone 383 aggressively so stay off the side streets and park in metered spots (check for Sunday open status) on Diversey or Sheffield. Please come up the stairs in the back of the building to the roof.

Fuji is allowing us to use his roof deck for the meeting. We can cook out and drink some. Those who wish to eat and drink can throw in a few dollars.

ALL hashers are welcome to attend

Agenda-
1. Current Budget
2. Anthrax Hash/ 1469
3. Phone line charge for other Hashes
4. Haberdashery
5. RW request for money for POP
6. Recruiting ideas
7. Board reports. Hare Raiser, Social Dude, RA

if you have anything else you want to attach to this agenda please send it to: [email protected]

Chicken Stiffer
CH3- GM

Running with Bull Horns – Whassup Local

Running with the Bulls Horn

Running and drinking. Two activities most people keep separate. Not the Chicago House Harriers; a different kind of running club which may appeal to those who always wanted to compete in a triathlon but don’t like cycling, can’t swim and like to drink beer.

They meet at Simon’s in Andersonville at 7:15 with a tradition of being late.

A typical run is three or four miles long and winds through alleys, goes in circles, over tracks and through the woods. You run at your own pace. “Our runs are similar to playing kick the can or ghost in the graveyard as kids,” Batteries not included said. “It’s all about having a fun run and not taking it so serious.”

The Hare (the designated person to lead) marks the sidewalks with chalk for the hounds (runners) to follow. Turns in the trail are signaled by whistles and horns to alert the Hounds.

Before the run, a circle is formed by all the runners and everyone introduces themselves. Names like the 69 cent man, Or-g, Horney (the horn carrying member who has ran with the Harriers since 1987), Batteries not included, Just-Sharon, Sugar Nipples and Beer Stop Bob. After participating in three or four runs you are bestowed with a nickname not to your choosing. Before your nickname you are “Just – Your Name”.

This was the Chicago Hash House Harriers Full Moon Run which wound through the Andersonville area down foster and to the lake. The half way point is a special point, Beer Stop Bob Beer Stop Bob was waiting with cold (no peek in the paper bag) beers. where there was a perfect viewing of the full moon reflecting off of Lake Michigan. The break was for a few beers except for a few who chose not to imbibe. The run went full circle when everyone ran back to the bar and continued the tradition of the Hash House Harriers.

If you would like to experience something completely different the Chicago Hash House Harries run every Sunday afternoon and Thursday evening. You can visit their website www.chicagohash.com or call their hot line 312-409-BEER for more information

Whazzup’s 2 pix can be found here.

Tale of the Trail – CH3 #1446

Tale of the Trail

The Chicago Hash 7/10/06 by Horn-E

We hashed out of the American Legion hall in Evanston. The entrance wasn’t all that obvious, but I found it. The second group to arrive couldn’t find it and waited in a car. But we all soon gathered within and met two new virgins, Just Christy and Just Katy.

The Ass family finally arrived. Four hares. Yes, with a shortage of hares, we had four on one trail. But the Ass family wanted to get together for a joint haring experience. We finally circled up just as our Mom of the year, Coffee Tea Or Me and Mount Me Puh’leeze arrived. The trail headed under the tracks and to a high wall. High enough that this old fart had to try twice to get up it. I then got away with some outrageous chivalry while helping Just Katy up. We then headed west down Central to Dyche Stadium. As we headed north on the east side of the stadium, The head Chicken, Chicken Stiffer almost broke a drumstick as he crashed on his knee. Was he hurt bad? I don’t know, but less then a mile later he was back in front.

At the second check, I found the trail and I led for a while heading further north and then east. I hit a split and picked wrong. That is where Chicken Stiffer passed me. I ranged east and finally ran through the golf course where I again picked up on trail as I saw Calvin Klein crossing the golf course. We came to another check near Sheridan Rd. The trail went south toward Bahai Temple. Cool. We were going to run through their new gardens and around the temple. Wrong.

We just kept going south, block after block. We finally headed east toward the lake. One of the hares, Cum In My Ass Fault was just ahead taking pictures. Imagine that. Someone actually taking pictures on trail instead of the usual group shots or shots of someone with a glass in their face. We need more of these types. I digress.

The trail came back to Sheridan Rd and we ran south toward Northwestern. We finally had a split towards the lake. We wandered around a bit as the FRBs kept heading south and NOT CALLING ON ON. We finally headed south again. We came to another split. This time the trail finally headed towards the lake. A tiny park and then through someone’s back yard to a check. There were marks towards the lake. I headed that way, looking, hoping and anticipating a beer stop. Perfect. Sand dunes surrounded by tall grasses and a view of the lake. False Trail. Damn.

By the time I reemerged at the check, all were gone. I found trail and eventually saw Canned Pussy, and then a bunch of bimbos ahead. I eventually started to catch the pack just before the beer stop, under a bridge. Here I found Pied Piper from the Gypsy Hash in San Francisco. He arrived before the hash, also couldn’t find the entrance, thought we already left and ran the trail by himself. From here it was a short walk back to the American Legion.

No pitchers, but cheap (?) I think, cans of beer. We held a circle led by Calvin Klein and Stump Humper. We introduced our two new virgins, Just Christy, who did a decent job of keeping up with the pack. I made her cum and I was doing my usual ranging on trail. So I constantly found myself trying to catch up so my own virgin wouldn’t beat me to the beer stop. Just Katy was more of a runner and she was often near the front of the pack. Well done to both and welcome to the Chicago Hash and hashing. Backed Up Pipes finally arrived in the tightest tights I have ever seen on a guy. They were so tight, we could tell what religion he was. Was he going to get razzed for these, and get a down down? Read several. Later he swapped tops with Just Katy. She is probably still trying to get all of the hairs out. A good time, but the hash cash ran out quickly and we were soon off.