Aloha H3 Hash Trash #1805
“Octoberfest Trail”
October 4th, 2025
Hares:
Pipe Cleaner
Tummy Sticks
McFlappy Meal
Just Jason.
Start: Wahiawa Hills Trailhead
So no shit, there we were!
Baking in the hot sun at the start of the Wahiawa Hills trail head. Fair skinned folks sought refuge in the limited shade, as PI and others stood brazenly in direct sunlight and ushered those lesser genetically blessed half-minds out of direct sunlight.
The hares gathered round, handing out plenty of German themed flags, streamers, party favors, and body paint for all to enjoy. Soon, Teenee Weenee called the hash to order (if there ever was such a thing), introduced a couple of the newer Hashers, and blew the hares off in traditional AH3 fashion, forgetting to get a group photo before they departed. Oops. We’ll get it right one of these days. Diddy led us as Songmeister with Chicken Power Team, and after a quick a photo, the pack was away!
It wasn’t but a couple minutes later, the pack stumbled upon what appeared to be a “whichy-way”, and haphazardly chose left or right.. In hindsight, this was an T / E split, and boy of boy did some people get a surprise! Of course, Kitty went right, and so many others went left. Guess what one was Eagle? Left!
Down the Wahiawa hills the pack ran, all the way down to nice dark a tunnel. Of course there would be something in the write up about bringing a headlamp.. right? The pack slowly crept through the tunnel, as some of the more seasoned hounds decided to take the scenic route around it.
From there, it was a long steep trek up, making our way to a T/E merge and onto the road that led to McFlappy’s beer check! There we had beer, cocktails, pretzels, and found a hidden stash of MREs. Huzzah! Trail treasure.
Trail then headed ON LEFT, as the hounds made their way to the Ku Tree Reserve “LZ” and down the Wahiawa Hills once again. A couple half-minded FRBs found the Check Back 5, and after a quick photo, were back ON ON to the next beer check at none other than the Ku Tree Reserve water reservoir tower; something that neither Teenee or many in the pack had ever been to before. Brave hashers climbed up the rusted questionable rungs, midway up the tower before climbing back down as those older, wiser hashers merely admired safely from below.
It was then ON UP once again for the Super Eagles, before a steep ON DOWN, using a rope to get down to the muddy river bank below. Some hashers tried in vain to stay dry, taking the nearly impassable mud along the river as others simply accepted their fate and walked through the stream. In the end, the river and mud were both unavoidable, though some did better than others to stay relatively clean.
A short, yet miserable ON UP back to the LZ, and the hounds were ON BACK, taking the gravel road to McFlappy’s check for another much needed beer before departing ON HOME for circle.
Back at circle, Octoberfest beer was plentiful, and the hares spoiled the hash with Bratwurst, buns, German mustard, German chocolate cake, and black licorice, amongst the normal assortment of delicacies from Chip Monk. Delicious food makes for happy hashers!
Circle kicked off just as the sun began to set, and evening colors could be heard faintly from the Navy base across the valley. Centurions were honored for existing, whistle violations were called up and shamed, and the hares were accused for laying another SHITTY trail – though mostly for not marking the T / E split, which to be fair, was kind of a big deal for the chickens who decided to turkey today only to find themselves on Eagle. 😂
After all the fun was had, Sensitive Star fish was honored with her 15th streamer and Peter Beater Ant Feeder received a christened welcoming into the Centurion club, with Old McHasher and a steamering by Hello Shaved Kitty. Huzzah!
Just John, Shawn, Jake or whatever his name is since no one in the kennel seemingly could figure what to call him, was called in and nominated for the Hash Shit, for a crime twice committed by the kennel, offering the pregnant lady a beer! #DrinkingForTwo
The Hash closed with a rendition of Swing Low and the Hash left in peace, once more.
ON-ON
🐜