I know that somewhere Cuckold is sat in a darkened room pressing F5 on his computer anxiously awaiting the write up verdict! 3 days worth of scouting (drinking?) went into it – that is commitment to a run from the canal road football field! Lets see what the result would be… – in short a really great run, that nobody had anything negative to say about!
The hare arrived at the harebrief covered in mud with his laundry hanging along the wall of the shelter, while his co-hare huddled naked in his car awaiting a change of clothes – wtf was going on there? Nobody dared to ask, so we just listened to the hare brief and set off. The send off was a bit vague, and had Knock Out running for the toilet in the wrong direction, while Turkey managed to short cut from the first bit of paper he saw (in fairness I thought about it too, to avoid the uneven early hack through the building site). Either way we were off and running, with Tasty not wanting to let me have a free choice at the first check. She was determined to check the same way I wanted to – along the main trail to the left. And just as I wanted to, she then turned right and headed up the hill, leaving me to go straight along the bottom. This time the paper was mine – after 150m or so.
I tried jogging a bit, but my legs were screaming “fuck you” back at me, as we rounded the corner. As Chuckie, Turkey & Poo nearly caught me up I got to another check, and went straight up the hill, while the rest checked to the left. I climbed, again 150m or so before finding paper. 100m is the ideal distance for a check, as people are willing to check that far, I had already given up on being right but there were no calls from anywhere else. Finally I got to paper, and nervously called on when I couldn’t find another way to get there. We climbed the hill, and CW managed to cut across and catch up. The next check was at the corner, and I got the chance to check left. Chuckie went right and immediately called on. WTF? CW always waits for the 2nd paper! And the call was promptly followed up with “False Call” just after Tasty had spread the paper out from the circle.
I went back to check to the left, and sure enough another 150m or so there was paper! These checks were long! Another check, and I picked the trail to the right, and went a good 150+m but no luck this time. Finally the call came from the other direction, an eternity away. Turkish wasn’t far behind and we looked at a trail that looked like it might cut across to where the Oncall came, and we took it. Some time later we rejoined the trail, quietly stepping in and rejoining the pack. Many would accuse us of short cutting, and they would be correct.
I will edit out the excuses, but I wasn’t feeling great, and headed back to the cold drinks. I’m sorry Cuckold, I just wasn’t in the zone today. The first half was great, and the report from the other FRBs said it was good all the way through.