October 9, 2004
Warner Robins, GA - Houston Lake Rd and SR 96

A moderate sized group of runners showed up for the inaugural run of the Warner Robins Hash House Harriers. Among the named were ButHisNut, Cheaper, Lemon Nads, Bone-a-Lisa and Jungle Pussy. The rest of the rag-tag group were either No-Namers or Virgins. Mismanagement was pleased at the turn-out and proceeded to do the best they could to give the crowd what they wanted.

ButHisNut kneeled on the ground as the appointed RA, No-Name Pat, blessed him as the hare. As ButHisNut took off marking the parking lot of the Winn Dixie, the rest of us wondered what we were in for. After a ten-minute wait, the pack was off. There were a few front runners, and a couple stragglers, but the bulk of the group managed to stay together for the most part. Through a ditch and into a sub-division, a handful of the hounds began to disregard property lines - running in yards to catch the rest of the pack. On-lookers gazed upon us with awe and wonder as we went running by their houses. Through a field and across a few roads later, we reached the beer stop.

No-Name Vickie and No-Name Nikki were awaiting us all with cold beer and a tail-gate to rest on if needed. Some stopped and drank, others pressed on to find the trail once more and chase ButHisNut. As the trail went on, we all found ourselves learning quickly what the indigenous plant-life with thorns looked like. Doing our best to avoid it wasn't enough, the shiggy was thick. We weaved and turned all through various small trees and thick low-lying shiggy until finally emerging onto a very familiar road that we had run down just before the beer stop.

Following the road down, the end was found just behind a hole-in-the-wall bar called Bahama Bob's. From there, the circle ensued. There was much rejoicing at the sight of beer by the hounds, and much wincing at the splashes of rubbing alcohol on bleeding legs. After all were in, ButHisNut called everyone to circle up and the formalities began. Everyone was welcomed to the inaugural run of WRHHH and thanked for coming along. After some pomp with little circumstance, the virgins were called into the circle to be blessed. No-Names Mike, Nick, Wendy, Nicky, Dave and Becca were brought to their knees and blessed with flour as first time hashers.

Violations were called for whining and using nerd-names on trail, all that committed them drank except No-Name Wendy who was driving. No-Name Vickie had forgotten to bring water or soda for the driver, so No-Name Wendy was allowed to appoint a drinker. Jungle Pussy was called into the circle for the honors.

Namings occurred also. The first to get named was the RA No-Name Pat. Many questions were asked... many stories were told. The Hash deliberated, voted... then voted again. From this day forth, No-Name Pat was to be known as Rectal Ranger. Research into the name later found another hasher has that name already, so there may be a re-naming.

The second naming was for the Hareraiser and Hashscribe, No-Name Brandon. Again there were questions and again many stories... and yes the hash deliberated and voted. From this day forth, No-Name Brandon will be known as Homo Erectus.

The GM, though it was his first time, missed a couple key points in the circle. First of all, the Hash Shit was not handed out. Secondly, Lemon Nads said plainly that he was wearing new shoes. At no point did he drink from them. There was more then likely others, but he is not fessing up to them.