Courtesy Brown Finger:-
The ubiquitous hare Alice, the saviour of many a Chiang Mai Hair Raiser, provided his latest offering from one of his favourite A sites along and to the right of the Ob Khan road. The traffic was bad coming out on the songthaew, with tailbacks along the Hang Dong Road worse than ever. It was therefore somewhat surprising that we arrived at the A just in time for the hare brief. A good turnout, nice hashing area, good prospects for a yet another fine Chiang Mai male hash. But Alice was looking pale, sickly. Was he still feeling the effects of his mysterious ‘illness’ or was he starting to buckle under the intense pressure of haring so many recent runs? We were about to find out.
I was feeling confident. I know this area well, having scouted the crap out of it over the last few years. There isn’t a trail, dirt road, bush-bash, hill or water obstacle that I don’t know like the many strange warts on my old fat arse. No contest. I was going to WIN!!!!! And there I was, way out front, picking the checks from the A that lead to a trail into the forest at the back of the Garden Centre. Now there are only two realistic ways to go from here, either to the right, on nice running trails up to the back entrance road to the Centre, or straight ahead, through a gully and into the Centre near the entrance on the Ob Khan Road. So, having passed the right hand trails, we hit the gully and a check. Only one way left to go, or so I told Chucky, who understandably followed me in a forward direction. And that is how over confidence gets you into all sorts of shitty trouble. Much to my complete amazement an on-on was called from somewhere behind. Still feeling cockily confident, I assumed that the hare had backtracked and taken the right hand trails. So I cut through the Centre knowing I would join the trail out to the right. How fucking wrong could I be. By this time I was all alone and obviously someone had found true trail . . . but where????
So I did a loop back to the gully and sure enough the check was kicked out to the left along the gully, which I had scouted on many occasions and had found impassable because it led to a dead end, at an old occupied shack. It was here I came across a lone Pi Poo, and it was a good job I did. Between us we found trail going back into the forest, leading to an old abandoned house, which I had never seen before. It was here that Gravy swears was a V check with both legs ending in a false trail . . . WTF? But by the time I got there, paper on the ground indicated the supposedly true false trail which turned out to be the false false trail, if indeed there were two false trails in the first place – the hare, of course, strongly denied this preposterous notion . . .
Anyway, Pi Poo finally figured it out, and I left this fine fellow to fend for himself while I tried to catch up with the pack. God, it is so bleeding’ boring just running along trail with kicked out checks. Not used to this, and I never want to get used to it. Anyway, I had to live with the fact that the reason why I was in this lamentable situation was because I had been a smug little prick, thinking that everything would be as it always was, forgetting that things never are – trails come and go, fences come and stay, a hare can bushwhack through almost any type of terrain 
And then we were led to the other side of the Ob Khan Road, along familiar dirt roads, and through that heap of shit, just past the water tanks, where the farmer keeps his cattle and their stinking anal offerings. Nice smells at the end of a long hot day. Thanks Alice! And it was here that a particularly nasty check had the pack heading back in my direction, and would you believe I was back on trail and out front again. But alas, I wrongly went left at a check with Chucky, and we went approx 110 meters and found trail that was coming from the right. Chucky, still regaining fitness following his annual visit back to Aus, suggested we stay on trail and head on in, so we did, with Turkish Delight catching up to us screaming like a banshee for reasons I still don’t understand. Turkish, Turkish, Turkish, what more can I say!
And then we were back over the Ob Khan Road and on in to the A for another fine circle and plenty of cold ones.
Well Alice, you didn’t buckle under pressure, it was another great run, which certainly made me feel ‘ever so ‘umble’. Keep up the good work, and if you need a hand setting another run from your favourite A site, then go find some other smuck who knows the area better than me!