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.

Tale of the Trail – CH3 #1443

Tale of the Trail – Chicago Hash #1443

Monday’s Hash was a blast! Chicken Stiffer complained that he didnt have any time to set a trail, but it was a great trail with an awesome beer stop! We started off with a good pack of 17 and headed out and about in the Lincoln Park Neighborhood. There were a few tricky checks from hell and a lit of new scenery that we havent covered in the past.

We zipped through a couple new subdivisions and twisted though the usual hood too. At one point the visitor from Sin City and myself ended up getting cut off from the pack while checking out a long false check and then decided to range down a really long block. At first, I thought we were screwed, but eventually sniffed out trail under the “L” tracks and ended back up in front.

The FRB of the pack changed hands often with this maze of checks and splits. EZ on the Ass, Rear Loader and Clavin Klein were all swapping out the position while Horn-E ranged to the point we lost him at the check just before the Beer Stop in front of the US Beer Comany. Stump Humper and Rhotan sniffed that one out and we all headed through the A. Finkl and Sons foundry to get a lung full of Asbestos. The Beer stop was at an old dock on the far end of their office parking lot. Everyone made it except Spotted Cock and Horn-E. We had no idea where they were, but eventually Spotted showed up, after running the trail backwards from a point he ranged out the trail with Horn-E, and said Horn-E kept going to the On-In!

The Beer stop was a literal Blast….most of it coming from Chicken Stiffer’s Butt. We all headed out and sniffed out the trail which wound around until it eventually came to Armitage. It followed along the hood and right back to Beaumonts where we enjoyed cheap beer, pizza and a great circle by Calvin and Stumpy.

Great Hash people! Too bad you missed it!

RL