Ballarat HHH Run 1995, Zoom #21, CoVid #19, Hare Pebbles from the Brown Hill Recreation Reserve.
Well, Pebbles has form. The Never-ending bush run 2 years ago in the middle of “Butt Fuck Nowhere”, with finishers in dribs and drab well after sundown should have been a warning. The Never-ending Run in the middle of Miner’s Rest earlier this year should have rung alarm bells. But the RA arranged a weather window, the terrain looked promising, and Hashers turned up. Luckily some arrived as others were finishing and were given some direction (like which way to go initially). Some covered 4 km whilst others took 11. All were pleased to finish. The sparsity of trail was unbelievable.
Zoom attendees included Spence, Pebbles, Nuts (Cracker and Licker and Do), Rowdy, SS, Pauline and Lois, Mrs D, Bent and BP, Mountie, Fannyskater, Fang, Dumb and Num, Quick Dick, Head Hunter, Bitch Face, Chriss Cross, Dimwit, Campaspee and D&C.
The usual pre formal banter predictably covered Melbourne FC’s win on the weekend. The GM then called for reverence only to be stymied by the absence of the book and bookkeeper. Straight onto the Screw.
Precise, immaculate and exact was the language used by Bent Nose, as expected. Photographs added to the display but do need work.
…“to be fair, he started OK”, meaning, I think that there was an On On marked. Across the footbridge only to be rescued after 50 m by BHD coming the other way and redirecting. UNDER the tunnel/echo chamber into Ditchfield’s Lane where the trail petered out but the serenity was almost overwhelming. Beautiful regrowth grey gums towering over a green undergrowth emphasized the potential of the terrain all the way up the wallaby track to the zenith. As Bent observed, it was all down hill from there. A lone metal detector marked descent into chocolate cake trail, then shitty trail, and very constipated at that. Somehow no one got completely lost, and the score was calculated by the number of pancakes able to be cooked by the flour left unused : 96.
S H I T T Y trail was sung in rounds.
Quick Dick and Head Hunter were congratulated for their newborn baby photo. Some predictable banter about giving Head and getting past the tonsils followed.
Quick Dick asked for charges, after nominating Bent for losing him at the street signs, and Spence for being laughed at in Bunnings for his Ewok impersonation. QD also apologized to Fuckin’ ate ‘er for predicting the inevitable rain for the wrong time.
Lois pointed out to the screw that most of us go THROUGH tunnels, not under.
Spence charged Criss Cross for looking for his cardiologist in the wrong street, after claiming his recent cataract surgery a success. Nutcracker was very jealous when Vibes was refilling the wine glass of SS while NBCL was quaffing away leaving her to drink squash. Women notice these things. “Move it or lose it” was the plaintive cry, just not sure if she was referring to SS, or to NBCL and the red wine bottle.
Criss Cross was again in trouble for leaving his face mask behind for the run, only to be rescued by his handy Hanky. Heavy produced one for the hash many years ago which may yet become a fashion item.
Mention was made of curfew breakers being fined for going to buy Donuts. “Little did they know he doesn’t cost a thing” said BF from Tasmania, perhaps a little too knowingly.
A series of bad jokes followed.
Next weeks’ run will be set by Campaspee from the Alfredton Recreation Reserve, details, as always to follow.
At the Death, D&C logged in to scintillate us with the numbers for the week:
BP 1199
Spence 1224
Bait 1447
Rowdy 1244
Dumb 1211
And that’s a wrap.
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