Category Archives: CH4 – Sunday

Belly Dancer can spend weeks scouting to find a hill steep enough to set a trail up, so when he was only given 2 days notice, this could be a disaster… As he tried to reassure the assembled hashers in the hare brief, nobody was really buying it – particularly when he couldn’t remember which way we should set off.

We found the trail, and appeared to be setting off in the usual direction – towards the mountains. No surprises from Belly Dancer’s usual MO. However, there was a twist and we lost quite a bit of time finding the trail as it appeared too head back to the A within 1km – I know BD didn’t have time to scout, but that was ridiculous, and the entire pack was grumbling – “this is wrong”, “i bet we’re on the in trail”, “wtf?”… Fortunately we swung left and trekked back up towards the mountains.

Another V check and virtually the entire pack chose to follow Mr. Poo to the left, leaving me on my own to the right. Mr. Poo kept running through the check back “On-On!”, so I had even more space and didn’t look back. The trail hit the hill and went up, up, up Chuck Wao kept closing the gap, but couldn’t quite catch up. At the cross check, surprisingly Belly Dancer didn’t force us to go any further up and we plunged back down to the bottom of the hill. Chuck Wao and HRA were foxed and had long check backs.

At the bottom of the hill we were back on familiar ground – Dog Shit and S&M were caught short cutting, but apart from the virgins we knew the way home and made it back in around 50 minutes. Afterwards everyone thanked Anything for keeping BD under control – lets hope Skid Mark can keep him under control at the 300 run in a couple of weeks.

Was this an outstation? The journey to the run site went on and on, such that even Dyke Converter managed to get lost on route – apparently he was late because of Dog Shit & Humperdick also struggling to find the site. Either way, we arrived and as we did the rains came – it was looking ominous, but amazingly the skies cleared and we managed to get off just a few minutes late in a light drizzle.

The weather continued to be a feature as we slipped across the trail and with some steep inclines, it became somewhat precarious. Highlights included a sheer 2m drop – where most hashers slid on their asses, and Mr. Poo nearly ripped his shoulder out (again).  His Royal Anus was having the hash of dreams, just running through all the checks, the glee obvious in his voice as he called “On-On”. UNTIL – a cunning cross check destroyed his run as he single handedly found both the wrong trails – both up steep hills!

As Chuck Wao hit the front, he encountered his nemesis – water!  The rains had flooded a stream which the hares had playfully made us cross about 4 times. While he tried to build his own bridges Semen Soars did his best to splash him as he cruised past. Fun stuff – a nice little trail on fairly virgin territory.

Greasy set this run from the Disco Shelter near the Sameong Rd, and driving out the run, the few drops of rain reminded of his last run from the Disco Shelter, a run where the paper was washed out by the rain and left hashers scrambling all through the hills.  Fortunately today the rain held off, and we were left with a good run.  Well, mostly good!

It set off pretty well, until we hit the hill which just stretched up and up – until the point where he found an extra bit of incline! To be fair it wasn’t like a Square Rooter or Belly Dancer run, but it was enough to stretch the field apart – only Chuck Wao and Junglicious didn’t seem to notice the effects of the hill!

All was going fairly well until the “last” circle check (which technically wasn’t the last). Everyone caught up as we spread apart trying to find paper. Finally Skid Mark found the trail, and called loudly. Unfortunately Mr. Poo is as deaf as he is blind, and kicked out the circle in completely the wrong direction leading all the pack down a nasty ravine. For the next hour or so we scrambled our way off the mountain, certainly not on paper, but mostly relieved that it was a familiar location and happy that we could all find our ways back to the A.

Not Greasy’s fault, and it was a very well set run apart from the last km or so.

An excellent job as a virgin hare, but that should come as no surprise as Humperdick had the queen of hares – Itchy Bitchy to help him out. Set on Itchy’s terrain around 11km south of the canal road, the run was always going to be on the pleasant trails of the rolling hills.

The hare brief was slightly protracted and confusing as the pack set off in the wrong direction, but soon enough we were on course and an excellently placed circle check threw everyone the wrong way. This kind of check continued and pretty soon we were running around in circles.

Dyke Converter spotted a short cut and nearly led the visiting Australian family to their shortest hash ever, while Greasy Gorilla also spotted the A site and bailed out. Meanwhile the rest of the pack climbed up and along the top of a ridge that culminated in a circle check which just dropped off the edge of the mountain to find a creek bed running back along the bottom of the ridge. While there were perfectly good trails running alongside the creek bed, the hare insisted on the pack scrambling over the rocky terrain as we worked our way back. All in all a pleasant run.