The run numbers are highlighted in green if photos are available, and yellow if only a write-up exists.
|737||November 3||Some Bitchy C'||Marigold Park (Parking lot at the end of Iris Avenue)||A run with no hills. That's what the Hare told us, but, as often with hashes you have to take that with a grain of salt. It wasn't rainy, and it wasn't cold, and their was actually a view at the view point from the top of Knockan Hill. The BC was in an ideal location , a community orchard, that almost none of the hounds - including one of our most senior hounds Stoolie Andrew (ok, Stools,'most experienced hound') - had know existed. Thus proving a point that hashing lets us discover places we wouldn't have reason go looking for. On-afters was at the Crooked Goose Bistro. After that trail of twist and turns, and a flat trail over hills, 'crooked' could have been the theme.|
|736||October 20||Stroke Alone and Pisstifferous||At the entrance to Beacon Hill Park, on Arbutus Way near Southgate St.||A Halloween Ghost Stories run. I first used some of these stories - compiled from a book Rim Her had provide, along with two first hand accounts for the Duplex Ghost Cat storie, and some archived news accounts regarding the Silent Scream storie - for bike hash CRRAP ride #69 on the 600th VH3 Run Weekend in 2013. I then re-used some of these, with some additional ghost stories as Dark Side Halloween run number 270. This year's Halloween hash was actually a last minutes invention when I shelved a totally different run - that became Dark Side run 295. We had a good turn out, it was a brilliant sunny day, not too cool, and everyone seemed to enjoy the ghost stories. Pisstifferous was able to get a private room for on-afters at the Bent Mast pub, which has 3 ghosts, and was one of our stops on the the trail. Click here to see the trial map, and my original ghost stories notes used on the trail. The hares forgot to purchase cider for those who didn't want beer, so, while on trail Shigella purchased cider. How she knew we had not none of that remains a weird mystery.|
|735||October 6||Cock-a-Leeky and Pisstifferous||Officially: Juan de
Fuca Recreation Centre - Colwood - 1767 Island Highway
Actually: The Juan de Fuca branch of the Greater Victoria Public Library
|This was a gloriously short run, and I only got lost on the arrival to it, as the hares set the start at the Library and not the Rec Centre. I drove around aimlessly until I noticed the arms waving to me from the far end of the parking lot. The run ended about 2.7 KM from the start to Religion - part of which Stoolie and I short-cutted right at the beginning - , 2.3KM to the BC. The Hares believing that the best way to enjoy the unseasonably sunny weather was not to expend too much effort getting to the beer. Ironically, where the run was short in distance, it made up for that in time finding the beer! The Hares had so well hidden the beer 70 meters way from the BC, they lost where it was. It seemed hounds and hares spend almost as much time searching as they did running the trail. After carefully retracing his steps across a dodgy bit of rotting log to get across a small swamp to where he believed he hid the beer, Pisstifferous eventually produced the golden pilsner, and threats to rename him something appropriate were soon forgotten. A quiet spot half a kilometer away was chosen to be used for religion. On-afters was at the Four Mile. All-in-all it was a fun and memorable afternoon.|
|734||September 22||Kitty Licker||At the intersection of Kimta Road and Sitkum Road in Vic West||
The 21st Annual Red Dress Run
Given the finances of the Hash this year's Red Dress you might have expected to be frugal, but it was still no less fun. It wound its way from the Songhees Walkway, across the new Johnson Street Bridge, down along the waterfront to eventually wander through the Fairmont Empress Hotel, and then back through town. At one point hashers waiting outside the well known eatery Pagliacci's, got rousted by a pot banging staffer, who I later found the Hare had arrange to add some excitement to the hounds city adventure. The beer check was at Phillip Brewery Tasting Room, where each hasher got a 10oz taster of beer. From there we went onto Swans Brew Pub for more gasses of beer, and religion with nachos. Rather than a set banquet etc., hashes got to choose and pay for and their own meal, as with all other hash on-afters. Time ran out to make user of a donated keg of Four Mile House Brown Ale. Digger had arranged for the Hash to have a keg. The next day I was able to fill two growler off that keg, because it had to be use or it would end being wasted, and I suspect a few other hashers benefitted from this windfall.
|733||September 8||Hooter Shooter, and Boomerang||Roche Cove Regional Park Parking lot (on Galloping Goose off Gillespie Road)||A sunny day's run through lush forest out near Roche Cove. Hooters' son assisted the hares in setting the trail, and ensuring hashers didn't get loss, while Hooter was recovering from having had a replacement part installed, and escorted the walkers. The trail was clever and well marked. We even stopped at the spot where Wet Taco had his accident, and had been carried off in a ambulance. The BC was in a picturesque location with a view out over the bay, with peanuts and snacks supplied, I am lead to believe, by the Hash - all things considers, oddly very generous of it. On-afters was at the 17 Mile House.|
|732||August 25||Testicular & Pussy Whipped Blue Buck||Testie and Blue Buck's||
The Gin & Tonic - Corn n' Dogs End of Summer Hash. It was a glorious summer day. The run, a bit longer than previous years, took us though Mystic Vale at Uvic, by a wedding on Cadboro Bay beach, and up through Konukson Park to, what is becoming a favourite place for G&Ts at Phyllis Park lookout. By then my thought were, "its going to be a long on-in back to the start", and then "where's the gin". The trail was clever enough to keep the walkers and runners close enough that there was no great wait for people at the lookout. Once back, and we were DWD (done with down-downs), came a great feed. On the summer menu: Silver Rill corn, with butter salt and pepper; grilled hot dogs, and vegan dogs, with wonderful caramelized onions along with all the usual condiments; potato salad (gads of it); coleslaw, and for desert sliced watermelon. I had to be up at before 6AM to catch a ferry, so left early and was not witness to any unreported shenanigans following dinner.
|731||August 10||Hoopalong Chastity, Bag Licker, and Stoolie Andrews||Sooke Potholes Hash is 3:00 PM at Parking Lot 3||
The Annual Sooke Pothole run and Campout. This year we had a really low turn-out of regular hashers, with the hares, Cock-a-Leeky , Stroke Alone, and Wet Taco (who didn't stay for the camp-out). Unlike some previous years the run was warm and sunny, and the water, maybe not as cold as it might have been. At the starting circle-up in Parking Lot 3, three younger hikers Stroke has encountered earlier enquiring about hiking, asked about where's a good place to swim, and we convince hashing virgins Just Ben, Zack and Cat to join us on the run, and our potholes swim. Two were visiting from Edmonton, and one, originally from Edmonton, has been living here for a year. They turned out to be FRBs, and enjoyed the run along the Sooke Flowline, and the swim down the Sooke Pothole's canyon. Wet Taco had to head home before the on-afters to SBC who missed the run due her padling in a dragon boat race, but all those regular hasher who missed this years Sooke Potholes pot luck missed a great one - everything was delicious. P.S. We have one group shot from Hoopalong Chastity camera, and once I get it I will post it.
|730||July 28||Ice Breaker||Trafalgar Park, or the lookout on King George Terrace, along the scenic drive.||
The Robespierre run. The Hare announced this event to, "celebrate the beheading of Maximilien Robespierre on July 28, 1794 with a headless run through south Oak Bay and Gonzales". This description oddly stirs-up contemplation - at least for hashers. Not just a random great even of history. The one event of July 28 ( from grade school history) that comes most to mind is Austria-Hungary's declaration of war against Serbia catalyzing war among all its allies, all triggered by the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand (and his wife Sofia), heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne, by a young Bosnian radical Gavrilo Princip. In short the beginning of World War 1, July 28, 1914. I suspect that what most appealed to Ice Breaker was the headless part of history, and that of hashers running headless (without thought) through mellow Oak Bay. That makes more sense, so I am going with that. The run was short. It was hilly. It was very pleasant; sunny and warm. The beer was a new summer pilsner, by Preemie. The BC was at Ice Breakers lovely home Pen y Graig - you know it's loved when it's got a name! Penygraig is welsh for head of the rock. Which takes us back to the run, that started at the head of the rock, and ran away from it, thus headless, until we returned to it for beer ... out of the can, or poured with a head on it.
|729||July 14||Stoolie Andrews||Parkland Secondary School off McDonald Park Road||
When he found us Stoolie's first words were something like, "where the heck were you guys? " - may be a bit more profane. He had just finished setting his A to B run, having started late, and he'd been waiting in the tennis courts parking lot. The website had us starting at the school parking lot, and the hounds were in the nearby shade of the school. It was a hot and sunny day, may be 29° C. Stools was having a bad afternoon. He said, with exasperation, that "everything that could go wrong did ..." - bit of an exaggeration, as he had set a great trail. The day before on the Dark Side I was about to offer to help him, but he had Shitbox as co-hare. Then she was late, and after he had started to set the trail from A, receive a cell phone call from her waiting a B for him. She then suffered an injury, and Stools was left to set the run himself. It was an ambitious A to B run; an I-am-still-amazed-that-he-pulled-it-off run. It had trails I am sure the hash had never been on. It even had a forest path with angels and gnomes on it. The BC and religion was held at lovely picturesque and relatively secluded beach, just off of Bench Road, near the mouth of Tsehum Harbour. The on-afters was the Stone House Pub, walking distance from the BC. I went through half a bottle of water on the run. The walker turned up almost perfectly on time with the runners - the walkers and the runner did not cross paths even though they were on the same path, so we never did figure out how that happened. SBC masterfully showed us how to use The Cuff without getting soaked. even though it was Cock-a-Leeky who was the one actually charges with it. got a long down down, through the funnel and hose, of Preemies newest, and delicious, summer pilsner. Click here if you want to see a map of the run.
|728||June 30||Yeast Infection||Start Queens Park, Chambers Street at Walnut Street||
This was billed as an International Asteroid Day run, with a suggestion that hashers, 'Name your favourite asteroid (remember, hemorrhoid is NOT an asteroid), or be punished'. I believe no such punishments were handed out - the Hash probably couldn't afford to hand out that many beers. Yeast Infection's run took us on a enjoyable, if not predictable, urban run. It was sunny and perfect running weather. The trail led the pack up toward the Cridge Centre, then up Cook Street, then up the backside of Summit Park, and up onto the old reservoir - detecting a theme od 'up' here? Other than asteroids! What must go up ... we headed back down the hill, across Hill Side, swinging right along Kings Street to 5th (and the back side of Vancouver Island School of Art), then down a short 2 block jog east along Bay Strret to the cross walk leading us, safely, into Yeast's home neighborhood, and the BC in his front yard. We had religion there. Then sauntered over to Logan's Pub. All and all a relaxing afternoon ... except for the 'up' bits.
|727||June 16||Shigella, and Lovely Lady Bush||685 Stewart Road & 691 Stewart Road, Salt Spring Island||
Salt Spring Island Run, and Campout. I missed the run, but romours have it that Just Rigel was named "Little Red Whiney Bitch", (probably soon to be shortend to something short, but not Little, or Red), Just Vinie became "Geezer Pleaser", our hounds' hound Just Francis was dubbed "Booze Hound" - not Tippsy Terrier, even though it sounded like that could have been his name. More rumours and innuendo to come.
|726||June 2||Jonners and Lakey||Monterey Middle School, 851 Monterey Avenue||
Though refreshingly without an official theme, if there was one this would have been "Jonners and Lakey back from other distractions, before they get distracted again run". I enjoyed its predictability, and relaxed nature. A fade north toward Oak Bay avenue, then a tack back to labour our ways up to Gonzalez Observatory, and then another back track to Walbran Park, and a descent to a delightful BC at the beach in McNeil Bay. I especially enjoyed tossing a stick to watch RCMP, that perpetual water dog lab, fetch it back again, and again, almost never tiring. It was a warm day with no cool breeze on the beach, so we decided to extend our stay, and circled up there, with the pragmatic excuse of not disturbing the neighbours near the Monterey School.
|725||May 19||Stroke Alone & Circle Jerk||Mount Douglas Park Beach parking lot||
Two older fellers (both with impending birthdays) decided to take the rest of the hounds along with them 'over the hill', i.e. up Mount Douglas. CJ suggested the location. Stroke helped plan and scout, and set the trail. CJ lead the walkers, set the BC, and even provided a selection of beverages at the lookout, ending in at least one empty bottle - there was a rumour circulated that he was leaving town, and needed help reducing the load. Lots of hashers turned up including visitors from Washington State, and some backsliders - always great to find that the Hash is not entirely forsaken. Proof perhaps that a good run location and weather are key to participation. It was a gorgeous day, made better yet for this hare when he could hang back with the the hound who was DFL (nice after setting the trail). The icing on that cake was to watch a couple FRBs run back to end of the pack after having run onto a devilishly placed 'hook-2' at the top of a rise, just out of sight of a HH. After the two FRB rushed off to catch up to the pack, that I told the DFL not to worry, because, unknown to those two the pack had to wait for us at a HH placed just beyond the hook - the point only being to make the FRBs run further, rather than to close up the pack. I also kept some FRBs worried by warned the hounds of a YBF, neglecting to tell the that it didn't exist.
We had enough people out that I had to washed 38 down-down cups after the run - I don't remember that many down-downs, but that was the number of dirty cups I ended up with. The RA had the stuff to make birthday cakes on the Hares heads, but mercifully didn't, as the religion would have run past the Hares' On-after reservation for no less than 20! Having had a cake made on my head, even when it wasn't my birthday, I can say I am a firm believer in that tradition being optional.
|724||May 5||Stroke Alone||Beacon Hill Children's Zoo, Circle Dr., Beacon Hill Park||
The Hare Raiser said there was going be a Mystery Hare. In this case that meant whomever volunteered, or was volunteer by the luck of the drawn. As he had already worked out a trail in his little grey cells, Stroke volunteered. He set a fine trail (5.4 KM), always expecting soon to be caught by Blue Balls, who arriving late by car with Lovely Lady Bush, encounter the live hare setting his trail midway through the park. Blue Ball later decide not to run, and was found by the Hare at the BC. The hare declaring (somewhat exasperatedly), "Aren't you suppose to be behind me!". Some local mothers called the VicPD about a tall sweaty guy spreading a strange white substance on the ground at a cleverly set Hash Halt near the Courthouse play ground. Hashers encountering the constables had them call-off their all-points-bulletin, with one constable declaring, "oh, my trainer is a hasher, I know who you guys are!". Thus narrowly avoiding Stroke, being tackled by the policy somewhere on Cook or Rockland.. The BC was in Jack the Trippers backyard. No arrests were made.
|723||April 21||Some Bitchy C and Wet Taco||2515 Victor Street||
This was an sunny urban run response to the last long hash in the wilderness of the highlands. The week prior had been chilly and rainy, but the sun came out just in time for this Saturday's run, and we had ideal running weather. The hares warned us of a VP to stop at for a treat, and not to expect to be on trail on any number of on-ons (not 3, or 4, or 5 - tennis ball dots). The disadvantage being that you called 'on on' only once you hit any trail mark that wasn't a check-back. The FRB could run some distance in silence, thus leaving lazier hounds waiting longer than usual at the checks, or until one of the Hares pointed them in the right direction. This became a relaxed run. The VP was at Summit Park, and their the Hares fed the hounds a sweet apple version of Crown Royal. Wet Taco received as a gift, and wanted to get rid of it. I though it would be good on vanilla ice cream with apple pie. After that we lost our RA-stand-in Stoolie Andrews, who missed a Hash Halt, and had some of us worried (slightly). We had a visiting Nanaimo hasher, Oh Enema, and two virgins, Just Mike (Oh Enema made him cum, or, is 'working on that' according to him); and Muzzled Meat's friend Just Angela (a born hasher). Just Angela, forgetting Stoolies name, called him 'hay, shit box', or some thing to that effect, and Stoolie in response conducted a 'temporary naming' of Just Angela to "Shitbox". The temporary measure of the name was perhaps a reassurance to the recipient that, if she doesn't like the name, or Blue Balls (our RA) finds a better name, she can perhaps get rename at a later date.
|722||April 7||Stoolie Andrews||Mt Work at the Munn Rd parking lot||
I missed this run. I actually thought this was going to be a rare hash that wasn't going to happen. By 10AM Saturday morning I was leaving home to catch a flight to San Jose, and I had no idea where the run was going to start, let alone who was setting it. So much for the Web Master being all knowing! In the end Stoolie (our Hare Raiser), who, I was sure would be the last person to use 'the facebook' as a singular means of communications, did indeed post his run to those who happen to use Facebook. Those of us who don't use that confounded thing, or had recently decide not to use it (including the Web Master), had to hope someone else would share the detail via some other means. I was told the run was very long, and only 3 hashers actual made it to the on-afters - I believe everyone survived. Perhaps its length was to punish the hounds for not having provide the Hare Raiser a Hare, or perhaps (and I'd like this one) it was a penalty for those who use Facebook. If the later then that may be a little harsh, because isn't that like kicking an addict rather than helping and addict kick a habit? Late breaking news; on April 22nd I was informed that Just Sarah was named "Brewnose". As of the 23rd I have no photos of that.
|721||March 24||Geri Bait, Shigella, and Lovely Lady Bush||Rum Runner pub parking lot, 9881 Seaport Place||
The day was cool, and the run started by following a rain cell that pattered on our heads. We soon ran back into the sun, or the sun ran into us. The trail was well marked - the hares had to re-do many marks that residence removed. Marks needed a bit of interpretation - our Hares had forgotten to use back-check marks, so check-backs (Xs) played double duty. A Sidney resident told one of our hares that what she, and her young boys, were doing, setting dots of flour for a running trail, was strange. Whether 'strange', or 'odd', something strange is new, so something new is strange. The Hash enlighten Sidney. The oddest thing the Hash discovered was the propensity of some Sidney residence to cover up our flour marks with potting soil. We have never seen that before. Future instruction on trail marks in Sidney will have to include the possibility that the elves of Sidney will make our trail marks less likely to be washed away by a squall.
|720||March 10||Stroke Alone||Francis King Park parking lot||
Stroke's 300th run, and VH3 Spring Forward run (Click to see map). It was the last of the winter's 2:30PM start times, as daylight saving time springs forward our start times to 3:30PM until the fall. Stroke has been running with the hash 13½ years. His first VH3 run, 365, was a 2004 Halloween run, but his first run was October 15th, Dark Side 121, hared by Stoolie Andrews and Hot Nuts - blame CUS for making Stroke come to the Dark Side. On that first Dark Side Stroke followed Bushsquater, and was lost on his first run (never saw the BC). As Stroke learned not to follow Bushsquater, others learned never follow Stroke. Could it be that they he and Bushsquater just shared the same sense of adventure? On this run the day was sunny, and the ground muddy. It was (almost) on the anniversary of the first run Stroke set with Stoolie Andrews (run 374 February 23, 2005), which Stroke accidentally shortened from Stoolie's originally planned run, thus earning him the Wankers Shirt. It was his hope to actually set this run following Stoolie original planned run, and Stoolie never showed, so ... DS was our only walker, and was entrusted with the backpack of 12 year old scotch (just a tad younger than his hashing experience), and to stop and wait for the runners at the Hash Halt, with 'DS' next to it. He didn't, but he did find the BC first. We found him, and all was well. In my mind there is some amusingly irony that Stroke lost his scotch, but the scotch got to the BC first. On after's was at Six Mile Pub, where we were later joined by Jackoff.
|719||February 24||Yeast Infection||Central Park, Vancouver Street and Princess Avenue||
The Estonian Independence Day Hash. Perhaps this dedication to Estonia simply reflect some desperation to find something historically significant to this day in history. Not to mention something amusing. I did point out that on the same date in 1582 Pope Gregory XIII, had given us our current calendar (and , of course, something hasher love, April Fools Day). I even send Yeast a link to this video (Dave Gorman's 'Why We Should Reform The Calendar - 13 Months Instead of 12'), but Yeast decided that the Estonian Independence was funnier. I sadly missed the run (thus this comment is more an attempt to fill empty memories), but I made it to on-after's at Logan's Pub. The owners are hashers, so we'll likely be there more often in the future. The day was brilliantly sunny, but colder then normal for February, and I heard no rumours of mishaps or namings during the hash.
|718||February 11||Blue Balls, and Lovely Lady Bush||Horner Park in the parking lot off of Palo Alto St.||
A Uvic and environs run. We were warned of shiggy, but the Hares plans of another subterranean adventure (reprising run 677 in a similar way), was washed away by high water level in the culverts. A change of clothes warning was downgraded to a potential for a change of shoes and sox. My experience was getting to the run thinking I would be taking it easy on account of a iffy knew, then having to catch up, unfortunately, with runners hanging out at the top of Mount Tolmie where there was a YBF! They heard me coming. Hasher are sometimes mischievous. The Hares are very familiar with the grounds of Uvic, so they claimed that finding ample mud, water, and bush for hounds to wander through was a minor effort. The Fortunately the weather was relatively mild and not rainy. We did have an surprise stop for delicious Piña Colada shooters. In my opinion that made up for the shiggy.
|717||January 27||Kitty Licker
Jackoff prepped the on-afters
|Kitty Lickers home 1049 Monterey Ave.||
The annual Robbie Burns birthday party run, with a scotch and shortbread BC, bag pipes, ode to the haggis by Jackoff, and pot-luck Robbie Burns dinner with haggis, neeps & tatties, prepped and cooked by Jackoff while the hounds were on trail . The Hare(s) did an excellent job setting an interesting trail. The rain had eroded the trail marks, but no one got lost. The BC was never actually reached by the Hounds on account of the beer being parked at the 'scotch and shortbreads' stop. Actually that wasn't a scotch stop, but, even better, a Canadian Rusty Nail (made with Drambui and Crown Royal Canadian whisky) stop. The 'scotch stop' became the BC. The day was sunny, if a bit breezy, and not too cold, and there was a great turnout.
|716||January 13||Puss 'n Boots||1218 back of 1220 Haultain St.||
Puss n'Boots' Neighbourhood Run. I missed this run, but the hasher on the following Dark Side commented that it was a very good run. Good trail mark, and the right length. Obviously years of hashing played a part in setting a good trail. Hope to see another trail set by Puss, so I can get a chance to run a 'Boots' trail.
|715||January 1||Muck Sucker||3320 Lanai Lane, Colwood||
While the rest of the country was freezing their body parts off, this was one of the mildest New Year's day runs we have ever had. Muck Sucker set the trail himself. At the start the Hare seemed to forget all the names of hashmarks, so I am going to use some hashing terms here, with hyperlinks to their meaning, just for the Hare - who has agreed to set another trail later in the year to reinforce his memory of trail marks. I think he even forgot that those 'blobs of flour' are called On-ons. It was a lazy trail, with only one Back Check, and only a few Check Backs, and the runners had to wait at each Check for the walkers. It was indeed a masterful use of an A to B run. The trail even crossed itself, and no one even notice - or I didn't. Even through it was lazy it was good exercise as the hounds had a number of stairs and hills to run up. The hare forgot to mark a Hash Halt, so he had the hounds remember to stop at 'the bridge for a treat', but they ended up missing a Back Check (because there wasn't one), and ended up at said bridge well before treat time. That was on Charlie's Trails, named after Charlie Johnson, a family friend and forester. I have permission from Sue Johnson to post a photo of her and Charley in front of a waterfall Charley had just build outside his home (July 07) . Charley pasted December 29th, 2007 . At the bridge we had a chocolate almonds and an approriate beverage. The BC was near the Penis Tree (now almost a tradition). At the circle a call for hares had Homer agreed to set the next Dark Side, and finally we have Puss'n Boots setting the next run - his first haring. On-afters had a wonderful pot-luck with Mucks room mate Vern and his hound Ben, a hot tub, and at least 3 rounds of that great Canadian game Crokinole - thanks to Deep Shit we actually remembered the rules. On On