It wasn’t me

I was officially a Hare yesterday (by officially I mean I didn’t have to pay Hash dues, Hares are free) but it was all Scott (Pubic Head) and Jim (Blow My Pipe) doing the heavy lifting, I was just along to assist. The big news was that it was Scott’s 184th time in the saddle as a Hare, making him the most prolific Hare in the history of the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers. Congrats!

With all that experience there are very few trails that Scott hasn’t hiked. He’s like a freakin’ encyclopedia on Hashing and actually maintains an electronic library of Hash trails going back years. Still, I was a little surprised when he declined my offer to go out and do some scouting on Sunday. Instead, he sent me a map of his intended path and said we’d mark it Monday morning. Alrighty then.

So we gathered at the appointed hour (0800) at Johansson’s. Grabbed the jugs of powder, chalk, and shredded paper then caught a Jeepney to the trailhead in Olongapo City.

Me and Pubic Head in the Jeepney. Not pictured but present, Blow My Pipe.

I personally prefer to not have to be transported to start a Hash run. As uncomfortable as a Jeepney might be, that f’n Hashmobile is much worse. I asked Scott what we’d do if the number of Hashers exceeded the Hash truck capacity and he just shrugged and said they could take a Jeepney. Again, it wasn’t my trail so I didn’t argue.

After disembarking from our transportation, we began the first of two major climbs on the day.
I kept myself busy along the way marking trail. Here I’m drawing a chalk arrow on a rock showing the intended direction.

We came down from the first hill at a spot on the highway different from where Scott intended. He was able to recalibrate and shortly thereafter we began our second ascent of the day. And it was a steep motherfucker! Quite surprising really. Some Hares have a nasty reputation for killer trails. Old dudes like Scott and me are thought to be saner. Usually, that’s the case. Not so much yesterday, at least on the second hill.

This wasn’t so bad. A bit later though we somehow wound up off-trail so we made our own path for awhile…
…and in due course, we intersected with the trail we wanted and all was well.
A nice view from the top.

One thing I did like about the trail was that we had a portion where we walked the beach.

It’s been a while since we’ve Hashed on the beach.
These flowers were growing in abundance on the beach portion of our trail…
See what I mean?

Anyway, when it was all said and done the trail came in at 5.5 kilometers.

Here’s how it looked from above. I like this image because it clearly shows the mountains that separate Olongapo City (on the right) from Barretto (top left). You can also see the dirt road path that runs along the ridgeline. I spend too much a lot of time up there suffering on exploring the wilderness trails.
We had a big turnout for the Hash that afternoon and just barely managed to squeeze everyone into the back of the Hashmobile. I was so thankful that I was not one of those sardines.

The feedback from the Hashers was mostly positive and with just a couple of exceptions, folks did not have difficulty following the trail. And most importantly, no one got injured. When I Hare I always worry about that. Heh, it’s kinda like being a parent I suppose. All’s well that ends well!

When I got back home after laying trail I was hungry. Had some leftover pulled pork in the fridge, so…

…I figured a pulled pork burrito would hit the spot. It did.

What else? Well, Facebook shared this memory from three years ago:

You know, I always had fun with Eun Oke. It’s too bad we couldn’t find our way.

Up for a little political humor?

It’s quite shocking to witness the depths to which our so-called mainstream media has sunk. Sad, because democracy depends on a free and vibrant press to keep those who would steal our freedoms in check. Instead, the press has largely become enablers of the deep state powers that be. When the criminals like Brennan, Clapper, and Comey are exposed, will they and their minions be held to account? I’m not holding my breath.
It’s really sad that so many on the left actually hate Trump more than this guy.

Okay, enough of that bullshit. I am fortunate to live in the Philippines from where most of the insanity back home can be ignored. Let’s cleanse our palate with a cute dog picture, shall we?

This is how Lucky likes to sleep. Looks damned uncomfortable to me.

One of the floating bars (Kokomo’s) has just opened for the season. I think I’ll go welcome them back!


Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt-naked, banging on the bathroom floor

How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me

How you can give your woman access to your villa?
Trespass and a-witness while you cling to your pillow
You better watch your back before she turn into a killer
Let’s review the situation that you caught up in a

To be a true player you have to know how to play
If she say a night, convince her say a day
Never admit to a word when she say
And if she claim, ah, you tell her, “Baby, no way”

But she caught me on the counter (It wasn’t me)
Saw me bangin’ on the sofa (It wasn’t me)
I even had her in the shower (It wasn’t me)
She even caught me on camera (It wasn’t me)

She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn’t me)
Heard the words that I told her (It wasn’t me)
Heard the scream get louder (It wasn’t me)
She stayed until it was over

2 thoughts on “It wasn’t me

  1. Lucky uncomfortable? In that pic i swear he looks like he’s smiling. Peace out!

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