The night was quite foreboding. The forecast was for rain. Only 17 resolute hashers showed their face again. The hare had no idea and didn’t plan ahead. For when we ordered meals & said we’re on the run, the girl taking the orders was literally stunned. She’d never heard of hashing or knew that we’d be here. To her it sounded strange and all a little queer,
At 7.05 (yes late again) the hare called us all outside to demonstrate his crayon arrows we’d find beneath our stride. Ignore the other arrows you’ll find along the way. Another hash had done the scene only just the other day. The runners went. The walkers stayed to get the lovely maps the hare had specially made. The trail went wide and to the West, then it headed South to put us to the test. Bloody crayon arrows, they’re hard to see at night whilst the other hash’s arrow were really quite a sight. Near Gardiner’s Creek we halted, searching for the trail and for quite a good few minutes it was to no avail. The walkers spotted Cooch and Prince coming East along the cycle track. But when they went to join them Cooch and Prince went back. Their trail crossed the creek and headed East across the park. The walkers headed homewards for the night was now too dark. The rain it came and hurtled down. It drenched the unlucky runners who got back nearly drowned.
All settled down to have a drink and then enjoyed their meal while the steam from their wet bodies rose high above the scene. The circle called they gathered round to charge and take away. Transvestalite for returning for yet another day. Nickelby, the hapless hare received sustained attack. Other charges followed, they came both thick and fast. So here’s the names that scored them set out from first to last:
- Swingers – Song word stumble
- Nickelby – Hard to see arrows
- Old Boar – Stand in RA and the rain
- Punch – Charging someone already charged.
- Pointy – setting arrows for another hash and confusing us.
- Lethal – Letting others find trail whilst he took a phone call
- Sweaty Box – Claiming Nickelby was the first man to get her wet
- Lubang Oz – Saying there were no ladies on hash with Lube Oil present.
- Lube Oil for not being a lady
- Cooch, Prince and Mothball for something I missed