Run #807 - The Stampede Hash Haiku

July 11, 1998

Hares: Perfesser, Baby, Bobbin' Robin

Pig Cremator: Cock Tale

Stampede hash
Quite a bash
In July

Near Bearspaw
Fun for sure
At Perfesser's

Big hole in the ground
Nice cooking sound
Cocktail cooks

Big red arrives
Keg inside
Beer is hear

Polevault shouts
"Gather about"
Circle forms

Visitors one side
Calgary don't hide
Names are called

Hares appear
Briefing we hear
Flour and tape

Off we set
Checks are met
Much confusion

Barbed wire fence
Shrubbery - dense
Mud trails call

Water, mud - no sun
Dags has fun
In the shiggy

Heavens burst
Not the worst
Just pouring rain

Across the fields
Mud Dags yields
At other hashers

Through the woods
Beer is good
When we find it

In the pool
Swimming’s cool
For those who dare

Back to the on in
For dry clothes longing
Goes the pack

Nibbles arrive
Soon there's life
Sun is out

Cowboy hats
People chat
Drinking beer

Cocktail seen
Glass is clean
Needs refilling

Suddenly shouts
Flames about
Pig is burning

Pig was ignored
Water poured
Grill is moved

Blackened pig
Flames too big
Action needed

Burnt pork removed
Foil wraps ensue
Day is saved

Down-downs started
Broken hearted
Scribe is missing

Scribe helped saves meal
What a deal
Beats full write-up

Write-up stops
Memory pops
Due to beer intake

Remember noise
But not much poise
On the dance floor

Fire is lit
In the pit
Hash songs attempted

In the morning
Many yawning
Eat great breakfast

Pancakes and coffee
Syrup, not toffee
Blueberries too

Thanks to the hosts
We'll all boast
About this weekend


Wet one flashes the hash as they slog through the shiggy


On In!


Piggy flambé


R.A. Skewbic Hare


The hash choir warms up


Perfesser is downed


Hash Shit for Nipple Detector


Preparing Skewbie for shipment to Toronto


Mmmm... Tasty Bits!


Bite Me enjoys Dag's charming accent


One portapotty & many, many beers can cause lineups...


...or maybe not!


Slapping a footprint tattoo on Bobbin' Robbin's bobbin' bottom
 


Unable to find water, Bobbin' Robbin improvises


Where do those footprints lead?


In the end, a slap-happy hasher left her footprint on King Shit, while Mr. Peeenut pretended it was all a bad dream


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