Run 2527 Jointly with West Coast Hash, Troy Park, Attadale.
“Get Wet with West Coast”
This event, from the usual place in Troy Park, was advertised as starting at 18.15. A pity some keen West Coast types got impatient and set off five minutes early in the pouring rain. I was still getting ready, and set off three minutes later, in the pouring rain, to try and catch them. Well, that was always going to be a hopeless task, given my acknowledged lack of both pace and stamina. I did get a couple of distant glimpses but that was all. Any trail marks had been thoroughly washed away, so it was a “live hare” run. However, by this stage it wasn't merely raining, it was bucketing down! Not wanting to get lost after dark in Attadale, a decidedly dodgy part of town, I decided to cut my losses and return to the finish to get into some dry clothes. Just as I was approaching home, the rain eased off and our walkers appeared out of the gloom. Sensibly they had delayed setting out until the rain eased off. They shamed me into joining them and we strolled around the suburban streets for half an hour or so. Phantom navigated with the help of a laminated map.
Walkers and front runners were back at the beer in less than an hour. There was plenty of shelter, and our gas heater was most welcome.
The circle was mercifully short Emu and Lasagna were awarded downdowns for complaining that each time they caught up with the waiting pack, the runners set off again without giving them time to catch their breath.
Gumby was hauled up for wearing poncy leather office shoes. Nanny was done for ignoring the “no dogs” advice in the run directions.
Scumbag put on a carton of Coopers Sparkling to help us celebrate his 72nd birthday; nothing but the best for our Scummy..
Thirty three Perth Hashmen enjoyed pasta Bolognese, prepared by Sir Knob (possibly with some assistance) whilst ten West Coast chaps had to put up with KFC.
Thanks to West Coast for inviting us; next time please organise better weather.
Run 2527 – Joint Run with West Coast H3 at Troy Park, Attadale
Because it had been raining most of the afternoon, West Coast hare Simple elected to have a live hare run. The weather looked pretty good as we changed in the almost flooded carpark.
But the complacency soon disappeared 1 minute into the run when the heavens simply opened and it bucketed down for about 15 minutes.
Even the many walkers got their precious tootsies wet!
Gumby’s R.M.Williams running boots turned out not to be waterproof! But his new drone was good, particularly the photos of his neighbour’s wife.
The run would have been quite good had it been conventionally set – some good hills, bit of bush, expensive real estate to look at and about 55 minutes.
Lasagne & Emu ran non-stop the whole time and were exhausted because, whilst the young bucks of WC courteously called a hash halt, the moment we arrived they were off again. Bit testing for us blokes not in full training mode.
Not as bad as Antman & Triple J who got lost.
I’d guess PH3 had 12 runners and about the same number of walkers.
Barcode copped a down down for his golf shot which landed behind the ladies tee [think called a harlot] via a blackboy.
Tucker was terrific and plentiful thanks to Sir Knob & Lilliana [more credit to the latter methinks!] for the curly fettuccine bolognaise.
Thanks for the carton Scummy.
Ended up being a good night, as usual and much healthier than for those who woosed out!
On On Emu
25/6/2018 Carine open space. Cold.
Hare: The Hon Dick Tracey co-hares – there were several, but the most notable were Budgie & Rimmer.
After Dick Tracey running through the qualities of the tucker he had cooked up [impressive that it was non-halal], we set off west along Beach Road on a 3km clockwise loop – too bad if you were a late comer!
Now Dick must have upset some of the locals when setting this run because shortly into the run, Emu encountered a grumpy over-weight male walker who poured shit on him for disturbing his peace.
Emu replied with the customary "gfy"
Unbeknown to Gumby who was running some distance behind, when he encountered this bloke, he was already primed up. So some considerable discourse ensued and ended with a healthy trade of insults and expletives. Well done Gumby for representing Hash so eloquently.
Anyway, by then the pack was split into 3 or 4 groups.
Territory was good and well marked, but several rather long stretches without falsies or checks. Not good for grouping. ][lgpt folk would interpret that as lack of “groping” opportunity].
Run time ~55 minutes which is ideal.
All good back at the buket. Mrs. Dick Tracy did outstanding job with piping hot chicken stew and a chicken curry to feed the masses. Thanks guys.
On On Emu