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26th November – CSH3 – Cuckold

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Cuckold teamed with Dodgy Cock for a run out in Maejo. Last week I went backwards, so why not go backwards again today? The OnOnOn was at Baxtah’s in Souf Chiang Mai, and quite a few of the out of towners made the effort to head in, myself included. I had a damn fine burger, and extra fries, with excellent service – if only Cuckold had spent a little less time with the karaoke mic in his hand! Ubered my way home for 95B (-75B discount) = total 20B – not bad, not at all bad! Let me know if you want a discount code 😉

Anyway, hours before the drunken mayhem happened at the ononon, we were in Maejo, and I was carefully driven by my None of Your Business. Finally he was back on the hash, and fit enough to run the first part at least. In the harebrief we were told that we were running on leafsized paper, which the hares called “orange”, but a more accurate shade was “autumnal”. It was as though the haree had selected some dried leaves, headed to a paper mill and asked them to make a batch of leaf coloured paper. Inspired…. or not….

We set off and finally distinguished some paper from the leaves, and then promptly a circle check in the water run off. Mhmmm… Nobody bought it, except me, as I was first there, and obligated to check across the other side. I did, and turned right, to rejoin the pack at the next check. Brownie struggled to follow paper through a bit of shiggy, so I took over at the front, and luckily got first choice at the next check down the main trail… I was running well, and promptly got the next one wrong. I joined Sloppy, and as we passed a junction he stopped, chuckled, and turned back laughing as he had seen an autumnal leaf down the trail to the right… Sadly for him, it was an autumnal leaf, and not the indication of a false trail ahead.

We had got to the square lake, and headed right towards the hills. Another check, and while checking it was called to my left – Sloppy went back, Graven and I went the other way around and rejoined trail. Brownie had the lead and was off sucking up orange squares like pacman. As the rest of us reached a mainish junction we were more sceptical. Why no check? Knowing the trails, there was only one reason for there not to be a check there – we would be back to another trail that wasn’t far away… Note to hares- you could have put a V-check there…

Further down a circle, and Brownie was way off paper, and I led the pack into a field, with a sneaky circle in the middle of the field… Nicely played hares, nicely played. Sloppy called that one when the rest of us were way out of the picture, and then came the epic FRB game play from the Slopster. NO surprise he ran away before the circle started… Up ahead we could see him dart off to the right, and then come back and say he found a circle, but thought he saw some paper to the right. MOFO! All he saw was a complete deadend, but he played it to his advantage… and advantage that didn’t last long. I’m sure he wasn’t disoriented, but checking left at the next check made no sense to me.

The trail was starting to piece together for me, and at 5km in, I didn’t like the prospect of the hill that was still ahead, but it was there, and no way of avoiding it… Why oh why were the hares going to punish us like that??? In some ways it is an advantage to know the area, and in some ways I wish I didn’t know what was coming… Another check, and the rest of the pack checked straight (durrrh), and I was the only one to go right. I was on… sadly on… heading back to close to where there had been no checks before, and as trails were very close, of course there were still no checks. I pressed on alone, calling, and hearing faint calls from behind. Uphill.. I ran for a while, walked for a while, tried to keep pushing, knowing there was no avoiding the ridge at the top… Yes, this late into the run, the hares were going to take us all the way to the ridge.

Very few checks… Not many options on the way up, and had I been behind I would probably have cracked, but I pressed on, knowing that somewhere behind Brownfinger was chasing… What checks there were I got right, until I didn’t. I thought the hares would head towards the 5 way split, but perhaps they weren’t sure where they were and took the mainer looking trail? I went left, and nothing. I went the long way around – there were no calls from the other direction and I had a bit of a lead, so I just managed to pop up back on trail just ahead of Turkish and Brownie.

From there, holy fuck… seriously holy fucking fuckity fuck fuck… There were no more checks, it was a straight on fuckity run run… Every step I took had Brownie right behind me, pushing me, and with him was Cotton Buds? I forget the visitors name… He was coughing like Poo. It was only the narrow trails that stopped them from passing me… while I was close to collapsing, somehow Brownie was able to maintain a steady commentary of the run behind… “You can do it… Byte, it’s just another 10 metres… These are the ones that count… You’re going to do it… Good job!” How can he speak??? How is that human? Finally there was the road, and the onin… I was ready to collapse… I let Brownie overtake if he brought me a beer back – he didn’t….

8.66km… A tough run for a Saturday hash. It worked for me, but for the hash there should have been a lot more checks in the second half as the pack stretched out a lot. It was a really great run for the runners, with great checks in the first half, but probably a little long for a regular Saturday run?

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24th November – CH4 – Taste My Buns

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TMB teamed up with Foxy at the arse end of the universe 11+km south on canal road. Ack… even driving from the university was tedious. Finally I got there, and got ready for whatever was in store. After the harebrief we ran around 50m to the first check… and while I say ran, really I mean walk. There wasn’t much effort going on… and at the check there wasn’t much effort either. Brownie went left, and then right… I went through the barbed wire but didn’t put much effort in. KO picked the correct trail, but hadn’t worked out what pink paper looked like, so it was a long time before Brownie found it and we were finally off.

Second check, another circle, and Brownie immediately thought it was back to the left – he’s scouted the shit out of the area, so I’ll take the hint. I went down the trail 100m or so, and it looked promising, but no sign of pink paper. I stopped and started scanning the forest to my right, trying to see anything pink, but nothing, and no call from anywhere else… Where could it be? I stood there 2-3 minutes, before turning around and realising I was stood next to the paper. ONON and we were off again, and I promptly got the next V check wrong, so the pack was back together. Onto the decent running trails, gently undulating, and the pace was reasonable. I pushed along until I hit a False Trail…. Huh? No word about them in the harebrief??? This was a tough one… Around 150m or so back to the main trail, and then 100m along the trail before anyone found it. I was already back at the false trail double checking I hadn’t made a mistake when the call was made.

Another false trail, and the pack was being kept together on tight trails. Graven and I hopped over a ridge while the pack checked a circle check 100m to our left. The gamble paid off and we joined ABB who found the paper heading straight on. Another check, and trails all over the place, with Angry picking a nice looking trail up to the right. Graven called it quickly and we had taken a left turn. I was convinced this trail was turning right…. And I couldn’t be more wrong. There was no check as the trail headed into a gully to the right. But then a circle in the gully. We had to be turning right somewhere, but it was kinda steep to the right. Graven, Angry and I carried on, none of us willing to look at the trail up to the left. In the end I went back to the circle and tried going back on trail to find a way to penetrate the hill on the right. I couldn’t believe it when the OnCall came from up to the left… WTF? Am I seriously this disoriented?


I had heard the hares say how they could avoid the hill, and this was clearly “the” hill, so I figured going straight down the gully, led you to an easier way around to the right, and I very nearly took it, and had I done so would never have been seen again! Instead I pushed up the hill, and was shocked when people were checking to the left. The devious hares had taken us into a gully, up a steep hill, only to come back down it just metres from where the trail had gone into the gully. Seriously? Was there ever a good reason to climb a fooking hill??? Do we look like we need the extra exercise on hill repeats? From here there were no checks for a LONG long way… Somehow I was chasing Angry Inch with Brownie and Graven on my ass, which meant a solid sprint until I had to let them pass. So we could get to utter confusion. Trail ran out, was there a check? What was going on? Even after seeing the maps and talking about it to everyone I have no idea. I didn’t see a check, and it took a while to get back on paper.

Finally I recognised the trails again, and had an idea where we were going, but by now Brownie had a nose for home, and he was taking everyone with him. I got to a circle check about 8th, but everyone ahead had gone the same way. This descended into a farce where I was just about the only one bothering to check another direction. Piggy gave up his “no running” philosophy and charged off with Brownie. Graven did his best to keep up, but had to check the wrong way at a V, and then I got the last circle wrong at the end – a circle that surely would have already been kicked out given the calibre of the athletes ahead of me?

A long circle, and not enough beer – the hares went to a great effort to set a really good run – a long run, >8km including checking, with some really clever, tough checks…. and then we run out of beer?

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19th November – CSH3 – Frozen Dick

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Lets go backwards… The ONONON… I will never set foot in that establishment again – completely and utterly the most disgusting experience I have ever had, anywhere, ever. I have gained a reputation for getting bad service, getting my food last, or not at all…. I am trying to be composed and relaxed about it, and ordered a burger, reconfirming the order with the owner a while later. I have NEVER been shouted at by the (farang) owner of a restaurant after I didn’t get my dish. She didn’t care at all, initially blaming me for confusing her staff (by ordering a burger), and then blaming my friends for eating my burger!!!!! After 10-15 minutes of being shouted at by the owner of the restaurant, I went to say goodbye to my friends, whereupon she followed me and continued to shout at both me and the rest of the hashers. I trust that nobody will ever visit that restaurant ever again.

Backwards… The circle was good – the hare was heard to remark that often the better circles come after a fucked up run… Yes, Frozen, you know what is coming….

I arrived at the runsite and Frozen initially suggested I parked 100m or so away from the circle, which isn’t a great idea as beer monster. After a very long hare brief, we were finally set off with ambiguous instructions. We hadn’t even found trail when we were off paper with Obscene calling us on on old paper. Finally we were underway and I nailed the first couple of checks and then promptly got it wrong. Chasing back I was running up a bit of a hill, and we got to a couple of V checks before all hell broke loose. A circle check….

A circle check… a harmless circle check? We scattered… And we found paper…. Boy did we find paper… We found paper all over the fucking place!! And the hare had be kind enough to autograph ever piece of paper with “FDSS” (frozen dick and Sheep Shagger – note Sheep Shagger wanted nothing to do with it – he wasn’t even there). Sadly 90% of the paper we found had FDSS on it… And it was leading in all different directions! Several times we confidently set off following trail, only to run out of paper. Other groups of hashers were following other sections of trail, sometimes forwards, sometimes backwards… The only thing that was absolutely clear was… we had no fucking idea what we were supposed to be doing!

I ran back to the previous V check to check if it really was a check back on the other trail. HRA was running around talking about rubber tire bridges, and we shouldn’t cross them, the hare said so… Finally there was a huge “ONON” call, and all headed towards it, only to find Chuckie, calling us back to the circle and saying he was giving up and heading home… (except he didn’t know which way home was!) I pointed out where home was and told him how to get there back down the road, but also that it wasn’t the point of the hashing – I wanted to solve the mystery! We found another circle check and Angry Inch failed to find paper down the obvious road – at this point, just about everyone gave up and headed home, leaving only Brown Finger and I trying to figure it out. We followed a trail backwards, we knew the paper was backwards, and then when trail ended we were very close to “the circle” after doing a bit of a loop around. Things were making sense now, and back to the circle where everyone gave up. This time we approached from the correct direction, and with almost all other directions thoroughly checked, everything became clear like a flash of light – we turned left and headed into shiggy.

From there it was nice running trail, and Brownie kindly jogged along at my pace so we could run in together, overtaking HRA & Cumalot holding hands after the OnIn. Fun times!

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17th November – CH4 – Pigshit

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Piggy teamed with Sheep Shagger for the HAPPY hash! So happy to get out of work, I must be more thankful for the joys that life bestows upon me! A familiar runsite at the back of Doi Kham – for some reason BigTop thought it would be sensible to run to the runsite from town… huh? Don’t we do the running bit of the hash while we are, well doing the running part of the hash?!? The harebrief gave away a few clues – first we would be going up a different hill to last time, and second, we should probably only do the wimp trail… Piggy, piggy piggy…? Oink, oink, oink.

By now the reader should be feeling the positive cheerfulness in the tone of my writing, as I skipped off towards the start of the trail like a easter bunny about to get that inner peace only fulfilled by giving chocolate eggs away, or the rapturous jollyness of a random drunken handjob. Who am I trying to kid? The chocolate eggs just feed an industry designed to make our kids bloated and fat with brown stains around our mouths, while the initial climax is later climaxed by shame, guilt and regret. The regret kicked in as the trail headed up the first hill! I love trail running, and we have awesome trails around Chiang Mai, but there is a certain amount of masochism that goes into pushing oneself out on the run, only to be rewarded with beer later.

We set off, and at the first opportunity the trail turned up, but having got the check wrong, Sex Pistol and I continued along the creek bed a little further before climbing up the hill to rejoin the trail. The next check went back down the hill back to the creek bed we’d just left. Excellent job hares – that check had me cursing at the time, but later in admiration. The young virgin scooted past and I had a feeling I wouldn’t see him again until the circle. Another check, and I felt the call of nature, ducking off trail behind a tree. I heard some calls from up above, and not long after found some trail. I followed for a while until it was clear it was old trail, so I headed back to the circle and the wimp rambo split. I recalled clearly Piggy’s harebrief advice and how he locked eyes with me when he said we would be better off just doing the wimp… I obliged and headed off on the wimp.

After a while I caught Belly Dancer, but was too winded from the climb to say howdy. Thankfully we turned right and I jogged back down the hill picking off walkers one by one, until finally catching ABB at the last check. Yes, he was already checking left, but I wasn’t about to go back up the hill I’d already been up sometime before, so jogged on to the OnIn…

Nice run Piggy – just about spot on for a Happy Hash!

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14th November – CH3 – Pigshit

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By Alice

Because the Night
Behind the bikesheds aka Pigshit and Panel van Man aka Krapthai combined to conjur some romance under a bright, shining super moon in Ob Kham last Monday.
Love is in the Air
Two songtaos and a few returnees made for a good pack. The sexes were mingling, our senses were tingling and my dingaling was hoping for action.
Away down and side trail towards a t we went. On right and then a clever check 30m left. Must be back on the path heading straight on I surmise. Wrong! Into the forest we go, rather spooky in the dark, especially as the glow in the dark strips on the cream paper strips only did the dark bit in their name. Poo and Big Top were running in my vicinity and energiser bunny Obscene was also around at this point. Drama Queen and the soon to be named Oh Danny Boy were running in tandem and I started to get the drift of the hares’ plan.
Stand By Me
Out of the forest to a t. I guess right, then left and further inland. Correct! Sloppy is ahead calling indistinctly but calling. Unlike Brownie who responded to my frantic RU? with a quiet aside to his nearest and dearest:I think there’s paper behind me. Then dashed off leaving Obscene to call On On.
4 Little Diamonds
The stars twinkled overhead as Graven got into gear and sped past. HRA appeared out of the gloom, not a pretty sight, and cuffed Obscene as he overtook. Get out of the way boy! he advised in true Victor Meldrew style. Buttfiller parenting award pending.
Night at the Opera
Across an open section we jollied, I had bearings now but BF, GI, ChuckWao and Sloppy were up ahead running thru checks at will. I stopped to do the paper and they shot further away. A corner turn slowed them down but they nailed the next two as well. We came to a third and I saw their flashlights pointing back at me from down the trail. Window of opportunity.
Take a Chance on Me
Tasty came alongside and checked thru the gate into the quarry area. I ducked back right up a dark path and found paper. A nasty circle suggested a sneaky little route thru trees into the quarry but I bashed on thru a muddy and wet stretch, enjoying the shouts of warning and annoyance to my rear.
Another t. Bugger. I saw paper right on the turn but checked left just in case. Paper! I skiddadled back to look for the V but no sign. Slightly confused, I yomped off left on paper half expecting a False Trail sign. It came to Graven going right. Result!
The Night has a Thousand Eyes
I pushed myself for a good stretch, incline, lungs hurting, knee wobbling, torch bouncing in one hand, water in the other and suddenly a horribly deformed Hitchcockian dwarf hunchback gnome appeared squatting trail side in a green and black H3 shirt. Quasi Krapthai quietly muttered “On In 250m”. He forgot the ‘master’ bit. Unsure if he was the terrifyingly half human On In or there was powder down the track, I bust a gut to keep ahead of the evil hounds behind and suddenly light and the shape of vehicles appeared front left. I had WON!
Graven whinged about me running thru falsies and those wings were certain to adorn my swede. How wrong I was, as Wings of the Month Taste My Buns collected what was rightfully mine, MINE I tell you!
A fun circle after an excellent feast, thank you all caterers! Aroy mak mak. Danielle became Oh Danny Boy, marginally pipping Frozen Dick’s Matthew’s Wet Dream. Lucky that. And not just for her.
Under the Moon of Love
Great job Piggie and Krapthai, no need to panic at CW’s horror. Your +/- 6 km was doable and well located. You could have relaxed with a brew and set the On In. We loved your run and Blows Herself loved everything and everyone. That’s the hash spirit!

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12th November – CSH3 – Sloppy Rod

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Mini Ball Breaker time. Sloppy and CW had scouted the shit out of this run, I had high expectations heading out to the runsite, this would be engineered to the highest level! The signs led us well past Baan Pong resort, which confused Sheep Shagger & Big Top, but finally we all got there ready for a slightly late start. The hare brief was thorough.

We set off, and although we were deep into the hills, the trails were immediately familiar – I felt like I was on a Belly Dancer run… Yikes! Familiar trails, so some familiar checks – I nailed the first few, even though the checks were cleverly placed, so the out trails weren’t obvious – memories help! We headed over to the rocket launcher lake and trail went the long way around a field before a circle check. My first instinct was to follow the main trails towards where the BB had gone, but after a quick survey, I picked across the dam. The trail had arced nicely around so that the route across the dam wasn’t obviously visible. Nice work hares – I thought I had them and headed to the dam… Nothing up on the dam, and nothing to be seen in the distance. Surely I was over 100m from the check? Damnit, I went back and headed down the obvious trail and TMB called out from the bushes that there was nothing there. I was flummoxed. Finally HRA called from over near the dam – the MOFO bastard hares had gone over the dam, but disguised their approach, and I must have been within inches of finding their paper on my first guess.

Over the dam we went, and then a Wimp Rambo split. From here the checks were less frequent – less opportunities to put checks as we entered a valley. I tried to keep pace, but also tried to save energy for the anticipated 13km. 3km in and I was feeling shaky. I was dripping with sweat. So much that anyone behind me on trail would have been slipping on the wet trails like a thunderstorm had been through. The trail turned upwards, and I hated it. I thought I was mentally ready for a 13km ball breaker, but at the first real challenge, I was broken. Climbing hills I try to keep the philosophy of keeping going, but today I am disappointed in myself. I broke. I paused and leaned on a tree, with sweat pouring off me like a thunderstorm. The pack passed. Some cursing, some screaming (ONON), most cursing to be honest… I stopped several times on the climb. It was steep – I think I have been there just once before – 20th May 2013 (does anyone have the GPS of Belly’s AGFU run???).

Finally we summited and Knock Out was there waiting for me, or probably Poo who was just behind me. We descended the other side, and I could hear people ahead, but the trail down (for me) was treacherous… I certainly didn’t feel comfortable at more than a walk, and mostly I was picking my footing to avoid falling over, or falling off. I was shaky, and hopefully wasn’t holding up the group of Poo, KO and ABB. The was a check ahead, and as I descended slowly towards it, it seemed there was a huge group of hashers just stood there, until eventually Cumalot called from further down the hill – why hadn’t the FRBs found it already? Was I back in it? Meh, the trail was still the kind of trail that I inched along and before long there was silence ahead.

Finally we levelled out and I started striding forwards, only to immediately turn my left ankle in a hidden hole. DAMNIT!!!!! I should just resign to this not being my weekend. As we came out into an orchard, KO said that it looked like where we set the run a few months back. Impossible, but my mind raced, and suddenly I knew where we were again. And as we turned left I was happy to know we were heading towards a really nice cut through back to the main big lake. Poo took off, leaving us behind, and I mixed walking and jogging to get through to the beer stop. Water stop? No water? WTF? No hares? From Strava the FRBs had set off just ahead of us, but when we got there, there was just an ice bucket of beers… It took less than a nanosecond for me to make a decision, and I made the true hashers decision to grab a beer. And a while later, Poo and I walked back to the A… Not what I had planned, and from looking at the maps, the end parts of the run look really interesting… Thanks hares!

The final moments of the run was Taste My Buns running in a couple of hundred metres ahead of Graven and Brownie – who weren’t holding hands, at least they weren’t when they saw us watching…

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10th November – CH4 – Alice

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Alice teamed up with Blows Herself again for a Doi Saket run. I nearly went to the hospital to get my bursitis sorted, but opted to go running and drinking instead.

We set off and Brownie behind me was keen to get running, pushing me into a jog so we got to the first check together. We split, but I called him over when I spotted paper up ahead (not the only time we could see paper ahead on trail). Another check and I think I found old paper before we found the right paper, carrying on towards the canal. Would we cross the canal? Alice has been double and treble bluffing me, so I decided not to cross the canal and checked up the road instead. Fortunately I got back to the circle before Brownie called it from 180 degrees the other side of the canal. Alice was sat smugly on a small bridge claiming a 1-0 lead…. Perhaps I’ll give you that, but you sitting there gave me a bit of info too – I had an idea we might be going back to that bridge sooner or later!


We headed parallel to the canal, and after a couple of checks it was clear we were headed for the nice trail that runs through the forest. Lucky for me a false trail tripped up Brownie and Sheep Shagger, leaving Graven and I heading into the forest. From here I was on auto pilot. Great running trails, but the pace was intense with Brownie and Graven pushing us on. I tagged a few checks in a row, but had to keep pressing on, damnit! The key check was when we turned back to the left – he had 2 choices, cross back over the canal and head back, or turn left. I dithered, while Brownie found trail and called on. It was left.

From here I was confident I wouldn’t get another check wrong. The pace was quick though, around 6 mins per km. Sure enough I tried to hang on to Brownie, but he was getting all the checks right as well, while Graven was stranded 100m behind trying to kick out the checks. Running along confidently, I was caught by surprise when Brownie suddenly hit a False Trail. WTF? I knew we would be back on the trail just around the corner, but I went back and sure enough we found the extra loop. Nice touch hare… But at this point, Graven and Brownie ran away from me. I fell over scrambling down a slope and TMB passed by. I knew what was left, but felt like walking in.

Back on the mainer trail, and I saw Brownie up ahead checking. But coming back from checking. TMB went left, while Graven had gone right (why???) I asked Brownie if he had gone far enough, and he said “I went 70m, didn’t see anything…” Suddenly the game was alive again, and somehow I found new energy reserves, and ran through the last few checks with Brownie chasing me down before gentlemanly joining me at the OnIn and jogging in together.

Nice set hares! They managed to find a couple of bits I haven’t used before. It was definitely a runners run – dead flat and a fast average pace <7mins per km. You can tell the seasonals are back!

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7th November – CH3 – Cuckold

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Take one well seasoned Anglo Irish American.
Place gingerly in Huay Tung Tao.
Spinkle sparingly with powder.
Drizzle lightly in rain.
Decorate with occasional small burnt ochre paper strips to blend in with local flora.
Let stew for 9 kms.
Cool on ice for 45 mins.
Voila! A perfect CH3 recipe from Cuckold.

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5th November – CSH3 – Alice

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Remember, remember the 5th of November…. Where were our fireworks? bonfire? guys? Two weeks running the haring power couple of Alice & Blows Herself stepped up, this time along Ob Kham road, near the BJ ranch. I barely made it in time to offload beer and put on shoes ready for the off. Strangely I felt spritely at the start and put some effort in. I ran along, and opened up 100m or so lead, only to turn the corner straight into a false trail. Nice going Alice…

Turned back, and most of the hashers just stood around looking confused, so luckily I managed to find the trail just behind ABB, and again feeling spritely sprinted off to the next check, back at the road. It couldn’t be left, because that just took us back to the A-bucket, so it had to be right… WTF? So now this was Alice 2 – BMY 0. I continued pushing and again ran through the pack, and as I overtook Sloppy he questioned why I was running so hard. Check #3, was just around the corner to the right… Was it a double bluff? A triple bluff? Why wasn’t the check at the junction? I took the bait and carried on, only to hear the On-Call from back the other way… Damnit! MOFO! Alice 3 – BMY 0.

I know I was the one pushing the early pace, but with Graven, Brownie and Angry swelling the FRB ranks the pace was quick. I was managing to keep up even though there were very long stretches between checks. Angry and CW got a check wrong and Brownie, Graven and I ran along for a bit – some just behind but I don’t know who. Jeez, I was pushing to stay in touch. The trail abruptly turned left, but I left Brownie to sniff that out while Graven and I continued finding trail after what was presumably a false trail? (Alice 3 – BMY 1). The trail hit a T-junction, and turned right, to a circle. Someone got there a bit ahead of me, I ignored it and just headed left.. (Alice 3 – BMY 2).

Graven overtook and lead, then CW overtook me, and then Graven, so CW was leading. Angry came out of nowhere and sprinted past as we hit the concrete by the temple. Trail was clear up ahead, but with the nice little trail to the right, I was confident there would be a false trail – so was Graven, and sure enough we turned right, finding trail while CW did the dummy run. Alice 3 – BMY 3 – an equaliser! Was there enough time to get a result?

Over to the main road, and along again. Now Brownie and Graven overtook and were setting the pace ahead. They stopped suddenly at a false trail, and everyone behind me turned around. This was an attempted sneaky one, with true trail restarting from within 10m of the FT. That didn’t catch me, and so I’m claiming an injury time winner! (Alice 3 – BMY 4). From there I was pretty much spent. Jogging, walking, chatting as one by one I was overtaken. A different run. Some nice trails, perhaps a bit too much road, and could have done with more checks!

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31st October – CH3 – Graven Image

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By Alice;

Just when you thought it was safe to return to MaeJo after the Cuckold/Sticky Wicket drama, Graven returns from hillbilly Eastern Oregon to pile on more pain in the collective psyche.

Sporting a very fetching orange pumpkin hat and black hash t shirt, Graven warned walkers they wouldn’t like it much and informed the pack he’d dropped his secateurs. Prize for the finder!

The first part of the trail was overgrown paths that made Shiggy look pleasant. Jesus H Christ, and this was after secateuring. After a km or so, Chuck bent down on trail. Hello? I thought as the metallic glint of steel disappeared into the lanky Sandgroper’s pocket.

Browny and Angry were busting guts checking ahead, sweat began to pour off us all. Cuckold was also working hard in the early section but had issues hearing On calls. Up we started to go on lovely stoney, forest trails and up we continued to go. And up. Not Pigshit up, but hard enough. Good practice for my new Salomans and old legs and lungs. And more up.

On flatter stretches once we’d attained some sort of wooded ridge line, we’d jog, Byte, self, Poo. I saw Browny, Chuck and Piggy up ahead, glimpses of colour and movement through the trees.

A powder V was missed by some and then the stony, steep descent began to test further straining limbs, knees and groins. Down, down, down we went, Angry faster than is perhaps sensible, much to Browny’s amazement.

In the forest at the bottom, the hare appeared on trail, a dark portent. The FRBs crossed a stream after a circle while the hare marked a W ON and arrow pointing out of the forest and a longer but easier way home.

It was trying and a tad confused in stretches as we jogged in zigzags through thick woods on thin strips and wet powder splotches. Finally a road. Piggy checked ahead on a mud path. Angry went right down the road after starting left and Byte, shoe sole flapping, followed Angry. On call was slow coming but Angry found powder at 101m, having given up at 100m according to BMY! Down the road we ran, and finally the A after +/- 7.5km and 75 mins of hard yakka. That was a workout, thanks Graven. Work on the hash signs next time please.

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