Run #933 – Deliverance
Posted by p2h3hashtrash on October 8, 2009
Date: 27/9/2009
Hares: Bulimia (running) & Little Boy (walking)
Run Report: Blah Blah
And one hasher did bravely go forth. “This way appeareth shallow,” he did declare, “you need wade in waste high mud no longer for the path ist cleareth in this direction.” And the pack did marvel for it did appear so. “See,” he cried, “I toldeth you… glop, glug..aaargh”. [Hops 13:08]
It was wet. I don’t mean in the pouring rain, water around the shins wet. I mean in the slippery, groin straining, face planting, boggy swamp version of the term. It was so boggy that there were reports of water buffalo refusing to enter the same area. It was so boggy that the locals were learning the banjo and commenting on hashers’ “purty lips”. It was so boggy that at the end of the run Wannacracker threatened to bathe. It was so boggy that Comes First rolled her pants up to the unmentionables.
The hares though were all consideration with a brisk 5 or 6 km’s of road to run along to dry out the shoes, a distance that Mr Tinkle had ‘views’ upon. Even Toxic Flop fell off the pace whilst Yogi Bra was reduced the shortcutting.
And how many hashers did we lose. One, not even close. Two, still not there. Three, yes three hashers went AWOL. One was the weekly disappearance of Phlegm, who was joined by Ugly Knees. Both made it to the last hold however in a fit of shortcutting never found the finish on this A to B run and I assume found a moto home. The other was a virgin who didn’t run or walk but stayed with the truck yet still managed to get lost (queue X-Files music).
Yes, there was ice at the end of the run.
The beer eventually arrived and the pack managed to hose itself off as best as possible and leapt into the available pool in various states of dress. Little Willy’s eldest turned out to be about 4cm too short for the shallow end however it turns out he can hop from the bottom to catch the occasional breath for quite some time. The call to the circle was made and was met by derision from May Not and Westel Wirgin upon learning that it was not be held in the pool.
The hares had managed to set up a fine meal on the upper decks of the establishment we had invaded. The pack took one look at the fine cutlery and china plates and began eating with all the etiquette of Norman yeomen after an evening of mulled wine and hot mead.
In the end the pack was delayed from leaving for GM Scoutmaster’s car had become stuck, quite fittingly, in the mud.
On On
