In hushed whispers, in darkened corners, hashers throughout the world have predicted the coming of the chosen one. The ultimate hasher, the king (or queen) of the trail, a man (or woman) who’s blood is the ultimate hash, and whose heart beats in morse code for the letters “HHH”. (Take the time to look that one up – it makes the ‘joke’ even funnier!)
Some have suggested it is Superman – the living incarnate of the hash – but really a man who still hasn’t found anything better to do on Saturdays! Some have suggested it was Suckit – a man who can lay good trails despite life threatening injuries and self induced hangovers. Some have even suggested BMY was “The One” who could lead hashers to a 2nd cuming. Today we learnt the truth – Cumalot is the queen of the hash, and Woolly Jumper her able assistant.
Sadly the turn out was low, but having hashed for over 2 years now, I have to say I enjoyed the trail probably more than any other. A location chosen just out of town just past Maerim – close to where WJ has set before, and Cool Balls found an aquaduct near there.
Apparently there was no scouting, the queen of the hash just went out and laid trail and it turned out to be one of the best hash runs I’ve ever done.
The circle was varied but typically Sunday-Friendly. Shame about the On-On-On – or was it?