Here, now, is everything I know about Hashing and the clubs that do it, known as Hash House Harriers. I know that Hashing is a combination of trail running, pathfinding, beer drinking and blue language. I know that it dates back to 1938, when a group of British colonials stationed in Kuala Lumpur began running on Monday mornings to stay fit, to mitigate the effects of weekend hangovers by running (and by drinking even more beer), and “to persuade the older members that they are not as old as they feel.” I know it’s becoming insanely popular; according to Hash site Half-Mind.com, there are more than 1,200 active Hash groups worldwide. And I know, by doing a Google search for “Vegas Hash,” that there’s a local chapter—a tremendous sign that our scrubby little desert town is growing more worldly. But that’s all I know, because when I emailed the Vegas Hashers looking for quotes and information, I was told that they preferred to remain “underground and mostly anonymous” and that I did not have their consent to publish information about a group that any interested party is invited to join.
So, y’know, forget I said anything. And whatever you do, don’t visit their public website at LasVegasHHH.com, or call the hotline number provided there, or seek out their 590-member Facebook group at Facebook.com/LasVegasHHH. If you do, though, give it a try and let me know how it turns out. But keep my name out of it.