We started with a customary loop and off GAYLANDS . Some FTs were used but a few early would have slowed the Swifties although a couple of well place FT finally did that . THEN we crossed busy Guildford road and a head count was needed to ensure no one was a casualty . Thru side streets and over Garrett Rd to a series of lanes near Bayswater subway and the back to the Railway .
The Walkers (some ) crossed under the Railway for a brief contact with the pack and then followed the West side of the line to Meltham station .A small group of Rebel Walkers stayed on the East of the line to short cut home under guidance of FAGS who lead them the LONG way
OH yes the Drain . When the pack reached the drain they avoided the obvious crossing to avoid wet feet and as a result entered the GREAT SANDY DESERT which seemed to go on forever –some option!!
Finally another disaster ridden crossing of Guildford Rd and the Walkers were home in 1 hour and Runners about 1:10
There was panic from MUMBLES as the RA called in sick and there appeared to be no chips .SIR KNOB to the rescue with chips and RA duties which included (eat your heart out EMU )a Welcome to Country and a personal message from the local muslim IMAN )
HAGGIS got the bell for setting the run ,and then running the run to keep pack together Looked a great run which good have been even better with a few more FTs to keep the pack less strung out .
MULIGATAWNY soup followed and finally because of the small pack BUDGIE and DICK insisted on take aways to reduce bottle counting
Wouldnt be dead for QUIDS
ON ON PHANTOM
RUN 2534 20 August 2018
Timberlane Park Community Centre, Woodvale
Hares: French Tickler & Dollar
Under a threatening sky a pack (about 35 – 40) gathered in a good location. The hares optimistically decided to dispense with the shelter and set up in the open. A certain golden retriever demonstrated a new meaning for the term “dog wash” involving a vehicle and proved he could out pee anyone in hash.
The runners set off into the gathering gloom whilst a recovered Phantom led the walkers across the park and into some bush. Unfortunately he had some difficulty reading the map and spent some time to and froing. He was concerned that the pack had lost the trail (which seemed to be well marked the bits we saw) and considered retreating to the bucket in case the runners drank all the beer & ate the chips. However in the nick of time the runners arrived out of the dark from a walkway, said “where the fuck are we” and then continued on their merry way. Phantom then retreated with the walkers and led them back to the bucket by a circuitous route arriving just before the front runners who had short cut some of the run. The trail did appear to be well marked but had given the runners some problems.
Down Downs were held (amongst others – blame my senile dementia) SCB – returnee, Emu – birthday, Jack Russel – anniversary
Dockers supporters for Fremantle setting a record no one else would want and the wrong dogs got blamed for the dog wash.
Food was plentiful – an excellent spicey sausage, beans and potato stew with brinjal pickle.
Showers eventually dispersed the pack and Emu awarded it a well deserved 9.
Instead of his usual On On under the Fremantle traffic bridge, Jaapie decided to have us assemble at the lacrosse ground down river but on top of the hill where there was little to no cover from a biting westerly which near froze out the pack. Nice views from there though…
The run was cleverly set with many falsies which kept the pack tight (thankfully so we could keep warm) and a lot of hills. The return to the On On was sudden and much appreciated except for One Prick in the Wall who decided to dive into the carpark. That cost him a down-down and some skin also but he'll live.
The circle was called and Colonel coped a well deserved down-down for submitting his first letter to the West suggesting Ross Lyon should be sacked for some unclear reason. Also collecting down-downs were Chunda who entertained us with his recollections of the Kalgoorlie Boulder HHH weekend and JJJ for going back to Scotland to sort out Brexit. Returnees included Deeply Boring, Wagon, Jack Russell & Dick Tracy and Polecat finally supplied his birthday beers. As luck would have it the cold wind dropped when the RA ran out of imagination and in time for hot Goulash soup. On on. FT
Reluctant strategically asked Phantom and Sir Knob to be his co-hares so that he could blame them had the run been a dud. He didn't need to worry as the run was well designed going down to the river, then north through UWA and then South through Nedlands. Emu scored it a nine but probably would have given it a ten if Sir Knob had been a Liberal.
Cheese, bickies, sausage and a welcome fire pit greeted the runners on their return. The food, delivered by a couple of girls, was a very tasty hot, spicy stew.
Returnees including Fags, Mark1, Yaapi, Polecat, Crayfish & Rumpole.
The scribe was late for the run only to find Fags alone at the bucket with Mark 1 assisting?? Mrs Fags (Pat) was also there keeping the hash nosh warm. Cans had apparently assisted in setting the run but was not there to get any of the credit or blame!
We have previously run in Kardinya but not from this site so here is some information:-
Morris Buzacott Reserve is a sporting space in Kardinya suitable for picnics, medium sized gatherings, family reunions and children’s birthday parties. (And apparently Hash runs!) I couldn’t find any information on who Morris Buzacott was but Google did tell me that a
Hash Run was scheduled there for August 6 involving Hares Fags and Captain!!
The run started with a loop around the Community Centre to a check on Prescott Dr. Then it went along Cassidy, Burdett and Donavon streets and across Somerville Bvd into Chingthrop. A few falsies and checks later and it headed towards Piney Lakes Reserve. Then looping around towards Winthrop Drive around Winthrop Park and back over Somerville into Kardinya and Home.
The front runners arrived at the Bucket around 7pm closely followed by the walkers and the rest of the peloton. About 15 minutes later Haggis, Triplej, Antman and a few others made it back only to be told they had missed the chips. Triplej explained that “any good Scott will never turn his torch on as it uses up the battery and this was why they had lost the trail.” I’m still scratching by head! The Run was scored 9/10!
I had a phone call from one of my golf mates “Stormin” Norman Burd who was standing nearby wondering if this was one of the strange Hash Runs I had talked about. As he was a Burd I introduced him to Birdman.
The Circle was eventful with various references to the Hash Lunch, very nice Japanese I am told and Stumbles had a complaint for The Mole. Something about coming all the way up from Mandurah and being the only person there? Various down downs awarded for dogs having pyjamas on Antman and Moses. Mumbles for something nobody understood. The entire bunch of Eagles supporters for a weekend in which a huge Gaff was made and for their hierarchy who are a complete embarrassment.
Food was an excellent chicken curry and the pots were not too hard to clean. Thank you Fags!!