Set from the Kent Street Weir in the riverside suburbs of Wilson and Ferndale on a mild summer night the run went anticlockwise across the weir, and through the bushland of the Canning River Regional Park, before winding through suburbs and returning through the bushland. Chunda warned of swamps and mud and to be sure there was some but no barrier to hardened hash men.
There were about 15 runners initially, including the Eveready Franger who not only cleared all the false trails, but added in some extra running for good measure, clocking about 8km compared to the actual trail length recorded at 4.6km by Soft Rock (see map in photos). Franger did a good job of doubling back to ensure he had followers, but the pace eventually led to the pack fragmenting – as expected.
At the circle On Sec Rimmer called up Rusty Nuts, Franger, and Skippy (visitors); Lasagna, Reluctance and Soft Rock (returnees); Grizzly, Polly, Moses, and Colonel (anniversaries); Chunda and Q (subs overdue); Sir Tom Arse(can-opening skills). The joke was about four golfers lamenting how difficult it was to get their wives permission to play.
RA Dick Tracy called up Horse and Soft Rock – the Year of the Horse; APITW (?); Nanny (stand in as RA next week); Sir Tom Arse and Chunda (hares) – the walk assessed by Dicky – and the run assessed by Haggis – and after pulling a card from the non-reflective-box – given a score of 9.9!!!
Dinner was Chunda’s signature dish of Meat Loaf, rationed to the appreciative masses by Sir Tom Arse.
Another great night of hashing!
On On
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