Hare was Article 69, and trail left from his house. I'm not really sure where it went, but somewhere they found a bridge to drink under, a mattress to lie on, and a pool to swim in. Pack looks like it was Shitter's Full, Cindy Bear, Just Kara, and Just Liz. Thanks, Cindy Bear, for the great photos!

          
The pack gathered in the parking lot behind the courthouse for a trail hared by AuntEater, who was duly blessed with “rainus no soakus.” Sure enough, just as the hare was sent on his way, the skies opened up, and the pack of 3 Hour Whore, Shitter’s Full, Crack Of, Tiny Testes, and Just Rachel were convinced that no marks could survive the deluge. But survive they did (well done, AuntEater!) and the trail followed a bunch of checks and whicyways to a beer check on Center Street, between Petronia and Olivia. After a stop for refreshments, the pack was off again, soon to discover a leapfrog check across Duval. Not only did the soggy frogs leap each other across, but they also got some muggles to join in!

The pack finally arrived at the On In at Cork & Stogie, thoroughly soaked but still parched, and proceeded to quench their thirst with some golden nectar. Even though they made the hare drink for his shitty trail, it all seemed better after some drying off and a few more beers.
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Thanks to all who showed up! Let’s keep this thing going!!!! 

​AARRGGHH – it be a Pirate Hash! The scurvy rats gathered on the patio at Louie’s Backyard for the annual Conch Republic Hash. There was Captain (hare) Just Chris with his First Mate, Virgin Elizabeth. Seamen Mu-Sick and Just Jim and wenches Thar She Blows and Crack Of made up the balance of this motley crew. The boarding party of VMA, XSNRG, Just Makenzie joined us for a tasty beverage, but had to leave to go swab some decks. 

As we gathered for Chalk Talk on the street, we realized that the hare had no chalk! After scrounging through some buried treasure, the pack soon found a few appropriately chalky rocks. The pack sent the hare on his way, with a mysterious bottle of grog in his backpack. After a few minutes, the pack followed the scent to the first grog stop, thanks to some folks at Southernmost Café, who said “Are you following the pirate? He went thataway!” Just Jim managed to retrieve the sunken treasure from the waters beneath the pier at Southernmost Beach. Blimey, it was a bottle of Kracken Rum!!! After swilling some of the tasty nectar, the pack continued on to an anatomy check near the Southernmost point, and a song check at the marker. The short but sweet trail carried on to another drink stop at Cork and Stogie, where our bartender Just Tim made sure our thirst was quenched.
 
After quaffing our beers, the pack set off down Duval Street. Having heard the hare mention a food stop on trail, the wily wenches attempted a shortcut to Sinz Burritos, but found no trail. So back they went to attempt to catch the seamen, who were actually on trail, and had discovered a hidden beer stop beside St Mary church (except for Just Jim, who blew right by, but was soon recalled through many whistles and yells of “beer near”).  Trail continued on to….Sinz Burritos, where we enjoyed some more tasty grog and grub. 

​Hunger and thirst assuaged, the pack again took out after the hare, posing for a photo stop at Better Than Sex. The seamen again ran on ahead of the wenches, and missed the on right that Virgin Elizabeth spotted, so the ladies were first in to the next beer stop (a few cans sitting beside the road). Then it was On In back to the start, where we held a short circle to welcome new boots and visitors, and award a few down-downs.
 
Many thanks to Just Chris for an awesomely shitty trail to celebrate our independence.  Welcome to new boots Virgin Elizabeth, who will unfortunately miss the next few trails as she will be at sea, and Just Jim from Marathon, who will be joining us whenever he can!

​Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!  The pack gathered for a rare Sunday hash, thanks to that big, beautiful full moon. Newly-elected GM Shitter’s Full was our hare, and promised us a short trail to lead us to the Full Moon Experience party on Higgs Beach. The pack gathered at the Hash House for a bit of prelubing. RA XSNRG rounded up a couple extra folks from Shanna Key, Just Hank (who has hashed with us before) and Virgin Monique. Crack Of, Mu-Sick, and Thar She Blows made up the rest of the pack.
 
After the blessing of the hare, we sent him on his way and continued the prelube. Ten minutes later, we were off in pursuit. Trail wound through the neighborhood south of Atlantic, then headed for the boardwalk to the ocean. Apparently, the pack did a lousy job of marking the checks for our latecummers, Just Chris and Just Elizabeth, because they never found trail after the first check. Sorry about that!  The rest of us headed down the boardwalk for the first beer check. 

​The no-see-ums were out in full force, so we grabbed a quick photo, grabbed the beer and headed (who said?) down the beach toward the next boardwalk. Of course, to get to that boardwalk, there is always that choice between walking in the water (which Mu-Sick did) or climbing up on the seawall at Casa Caselles. Luckily, the couple of residents sitting by the pool said they didn’t mind, so the rest of us kept our feet dry. 

​After a second beer check at the second boardwalk, the trail led us into the neighborhood again, where we wandered around a bit before finally finding the scent. We continued on Atlantic, past the bocce courts to the On In in the parking lot, where we discovered Just Chris and Just Elizabeth, who had given up and gone straight to the on in. Circle commenced, led by our RA, XSNRG. The hare was called in for a shitty trail. Virgin Monique was called into circle and advised of her options and chose Option #3 – yep, she’s a keeper!  Just Hank was welcomed back, FRBs and DFLs were given down-downs. Mile High Molester showed up at circle to claim his KWH3 tshirt which he had paid for at Fantasy Fest, and which saved him from drinking for no hash attire. We all sang swing low and adjourned to the Full Moon Experience across the street, where we ran into Just Makenzie, Conchcebitionist, VMA, and Just Grant. As a gorgeous full moon rose over the water, we listened to some great tunes, watched the fire dancers, ate some amazing jerk chicken, and drank lots more beer. Here’s to Conch Life!!!

No, there was no trail. Just a bunch of hashers sitting around drinking beer. Well, OK, we did do a little singing and lots of conch blowing, practicing for the Conch Blowing contest at Schooner Wharf on Friday, 20 April. We’ll be singing (and blowing) our way through “Gonna Blame it on the DEA” (to the tune of YMCA). 
 
When: Friday, 20 April. Kickoff party starts at 7 pm.
Where: Schooner Wharf
What: We’re singing and blowing conchs. Bring a conch shell if you have one.
Who: Anyone who knows the tune of YMCA and can read words. You don’t have to blow a conch – we need a lot of help with the singing part, too!
Why: It’s the kickoff party for Conch Republic Independence Days. Plus, there’s a chance to win prizes! Oh, and they have beer.
 
 
Also, we held hash Erections. New mismanagement is:
GM: Shitter’s Full
RA: XSNRG
Hare Raiser: Mu-Sick
Hash Trash: Thar She Blows
On Sec: Article 69
Hash Cash: HNIC
Haberdash: Thar She Blows
 
Did I forget anyone?
 
Also, there will be a hash on Saturday, 21 April, starting at noon in Mallory Square, by Meson de Pepe. We have several visiting hashers, some by land and some by sea.  It’ll be short and sweet, because they have to be back on the ship by 4:00 pm. Theme is punk rock (kilts and happi coats). Hare is Thar She Blows 

​OK, now that I’ve got that off my chest, here’s a recap of the trail on Saturday, 21 April 2018. We had visitors in town from a Punk Rock cruise, so the theme was …Punk Rock. Some definitely rocked it more than others. Cindy Bear went all out with pink hair (oh wait, that’s normal) a seatbelt for a belt, and a studded choker. Crack Of was sporting some rockin’ red fishnet stockings. Most of the rest of us had to make do with all the black clothing we could find and a few kilts and happi coats. Our visitors from the ship were RTG and Finnish On My Face from Wildcard hash, Rumply Foreskin, now from some godforsaken place in Ohio where there isn’t even a hash, and Just Jen. TimberBalls joined us all the way from Big Coppitt and Bad Tranny Training and Bad Baby Bear from Geiger Key, and Mu-Sick and Thar She Blows from Key West.
 
The hare, Thar She Blows, realized upon arriving at the start location at Mallory Square that she had neglected to bring chalk, so she kicked Mu-Sick out of the car with the beer cooler and headed back to retrieve some marking materials. Meanwhile, the pack assembled in the shade near Meson de Pepe and commenced prelubing. Thar returned, laid down a hasty chalk talk, and was off like a flash (compared to, say, a snail). The trail had to be short and quick (insert joke here about preferring long and hard) because our visitors had a train to catch. A Conch Train, that is, to get back to the ship, which was docked at the Mole. The trail led through the garden of busts, where the mighty Cindy Bear attempted a flying leap over a concrete bench, only to be betrayed by her knee-high lace-up black Converse shoes, and wound up with a nasty scraped knee to claim first blood on trail. Trail headed toward Front Street, after a check cleverly placed to hint at the possibility of it heading toward Sunset Pier. But no, the first beer stop was at LagerHeads, with its great view of the passing boat traffic, including the motorized tiki 

The hare enjoyed a refreshing beverage with the pack before setting out again, with a note to the pack to look for a photo check, so they could take a photo in front of the Psychiatric Unit Assessment Ward, where Spray-N-Pray was staying (with muggles, who made him go fishing instead of hashing). Yes, this place is real – it’s on Ann St.

​While the hare was on the way to the next stop, she was startled to hear her nerd name called out from a Conch Train, but promptly realized it was S.O.M.S from Wildcard hash, who was doing the tourist thing with his muggles. The pack also got a shout out from him.  Next stop was at Fat Tuesday for jello shots – yum! Then off again to the $2 beer store on Fitzpatrick for another cold beverage and some sandal shopping for Rumply.

​After a social stroll back to Mallory Square, the pack circled up. Mu-Sick filled in as RA, and we proceeded to make the hare drink for a shitty trail (but not for forgetting chalk!), FRB and DFLs, and our NFHN Jen.  It was a short and sweet circle, after which our visitors headed back to their ship. Some others went to Sinz for some deliciousness, while others went to watch the drag races on Duval (where we again met up with SOMS and his crew). All in all a good day on our little island!