Run 1962, Hares Mountie and Pus Bucket, "The Legs" Open Event at Mt Xavier Golf Club.
A perfect night for Hashing greeted an enthusiastic crowd (apart from Nummy who was bored shitless), slightly smaller than expected possibly due to the run being advertised as being from Midlands by last weeks' stand in scribe. BHD was explanatory rather than apologetic about the mistake, which Fascinator took on board, as 'the buck stops here" - "I may have fucked up".
Many attended dressed for golf, a few attended from 4 pm to actually have a hit prior to the run, and Shafted made his usual grand entry, this time spinning the wheels of a golf cart, and delivering a Jack Newton clone safely to the circle.
The run was cannily set by Pus Bucket, up the road, through the bush, a brief foray onto the golf course before wandering up to Eureka St, and home though the golf course to the well stocked drink stop at the18th tee. Snag managed to arrange a demonstration of poise under pressure when a lone golfer interrupted the circle, and plonked a 9 iron to the edge of the green, before wandering off and allowing us to finish the contents of the esky.
Dr Death seemed to dominate the charges due to his imposing personality, dry wit, distinguished good looks, and the lack of an arm and an eye. Fellow Dr, Quick Dick, explained the physics behind the force required to stop an aeroplane propeller, (Half a Newton), and then the remaining Doctor was charged for being born in the auspicious year of 1962. All doctors drank (Ya stupid... )
The same Quick Dick was charged for bringing his mother in law, Sheila, to hash, and she and her daughter joined in the drinking. (they're the meanest)
Dimwit, Rowdy, Quick Dick, Sheila and Head Hunter all were welcomed back, and the Screw was introduced.
Shafted complimented Pus Bucket on his lovely smile, named him a quiet achiever, commented on the number of tradie Hash houses we passed (Hymie, anyone), when on cue, SOS sauntered in. Rowdy got charged for NOT going up Cathies Lane (not on a Monday), the golf demonstration at the drink stop was mentioned, and some quasi religious happy clapping song was sung. SHITTY TRAIL
Sergeant Mountie gave SOS a drink, introduced Wayne, and Wayne, commented that "whoever invented christmas, they should be hung up on a cross", and gave Rowdy another drink for his year of birth.
Mr Quick Dick, and Snag got birthday drinks (and probably birthday roots as well). Also in 1962 the first KMart was opened (Nutcracker as it is her favourite shop), and the depiction of nude men was deemed to not be obscene (Shafted, because the Bill was hiding). UGLY
Real Golfers SS and Bait had a drink, pretend dress up golfers Jack Newton, Happy Gilmore, Jan Stephenson, Karrie Webb, and Tiger Woods, joined them, and the 3 hoes linking Tiger Woods to Santa were rewarded.
'The Legs' Open was mentioned with a query whether it was a 9 hole event or 18. Pebbles thought he would do the back nine later. D & C had a setback when she was bitten between the first and second holes (should have used protection), Half a Bar attempted a joke that failed, and Fang was called out for having his facebook post deemed offensive. (your one skin hangs down...)
Criss Cross saved himself a spot in the awards night by recounting a story of mistaking someone else for a boring prick, Fascinator told a long recounting about how he had to park in the disabled spot, and Dimwit told the one-liner about "Not the size of your putter.."
Mounties BBQ was finished off with the unveiling of a truly delicious cake for the true believers, all went home happy apart from Nummy, who was bored shitless.
Next week is the Christmas run, from the Freight bar, with a 2 course meal to follow the pub crawl and carols.
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