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Taylor Reserve 21 Scenic Cr South Perth 

15 runners partook in the Run. The Run was centred on the picturesque Swan River taking in the Causeway and the new Boorloo Bridge and Heirisson Island. A very flat run with no hills, other than stairs onto and off the Boorloo Bridge. The frugality on run markings was a strikingly obvious highlight with the runners spending much time spreading wide and far and shouting “looking!!”. The strategically located FTs kept the runners together, and the mild weather and light breeze complimented the Run. 

There were no visitors. Down downs included returnees Top Gun and Beau Tak, birthdays for Stewie and Another Prick In The Wall, Pembo for his 25th anniversary, Top Gun and Ramrod for not notifying the Munchmasters that they were attending the monthly lunch at Guildford. 

Antman told an anecdote about arriving home at 4am after a NYE celebration to find that he and the misses were locked out of the garage, and his heroic spiderman antics of climbing a brick wall to save the day! Antman went on with a number of limericks which were met with great mirth by the Harriers.  

Nanny filled in as the RA and down downed himself for forgetting the chips. Down downs then ensued for Haggis for being colour blind between the yellow and red bins, Elbows for “helping” him out, The Colonel for being geographically challenged in following the Run location directions – his excuse was that the directions were “Shithouse!!?”. Finally, Phantom and Christmas were down downed for “bitch slapping”. 

The Run was judged as 9.2 (apparently???), and the consensus was that the Mexican wrap meal was “Moorish”.   

Your faithful correspondent 

Pot Hole 

BY HORSE

Pembo & dog arrived early in his big chariot. Ramrod described the run as on a flat surface, with no hills and no Dick Tracey to complain about the terrain. We headed off in an anti-clock direction, with some locals over taking the walkers & talkers as we approached the Jacaranda trees in full bloom near the Swan River.  We passed the Maylands Sport & Recreation Club buildings & facilities with the walkers on Clarkson Rd and the 13 runners on the path by the river. The pack merged together again near Poverty Bay where the amateur boat builders spend all their money & time.

At the back of the Tranby on Swan complex Xmas spotted his cousin Pam in her yard and introduced himself after she said, “who are you”. She is 97 years young and still driving. Did she teach Xmas to drive? Around the corner on a rise in elevation we crossed Peninsular Rd, found the “on home” sign and completed the run in 45 minutes. A picturesque short walk/run for the 30 Hash men. Not one Police car was seen.

Elbows left at 6.54pm with beer in hand, before our two Pommie visitors had their down down’s.

Returnees were Q & Deeply Boring. Birthday drinks for Pitt & Moses.

Down Downs for Sir Tomarse comments about Wednesday nights Sundowner. Ramrod for forgetting to wash the cups from last week. Q for derailing a PTA train and Rimmer for telling a joke from three week ago. Thanks to Haggis for stepping up and telling a new joke on the St Andrews run.

Stand in RA Emu gave the run a score of 9.1. The food was silverside & salad in buns, well done Ramrod,

Next weeks run will be different.

OnOn Horse

It was a balmy night in Glengarry park, where the ambiance was broken only by the barking and ball chasing dogs. I must add these were local dogs stretching their legs after a busy day guarding their owners property’s from whoever. I must also add that the Hash hounds were very well behaved. As the pack took off and the walkers walked everything was going to plan.
It was a good idea by the club to give us all a chance to pay our respects to Scummy as he was known in the circle, Barry, Bazza, a term of endearment used by his lovely wife Carmel, a harriette also known as CTD .
Scummy’s boy Chris attended, which was a nice touch as it gave Chris a chance to talk to some of his dad’s mates and reminisce with them over the antics of a well respected and cared for Hasher.
The run was uneventful at least that’s what the walkers said. It’s always hard with a small pack , what are the chances of getting half a dozen young fit men who can run all day.
As the pack trickled in and had a drink, thoughts turned to the hares, where were they and where was the food? Anyhow the circle got going and Pembo who was standing in for Sir Knob, who was standing in for Rimmer, who is in Vietnam holidaying. Time ticked by, still no food, so we ploughed on, welcomed back those who returned, introduced a few visitors, one being Sir Tom’s friend, another was Stumble from the old country who seemed to be enjoying himself and ……………….still no food.
Dick Tracy’s turn to step up , who was standing in for the Nanny I think????
We farewelled another old friend tonight, Jaapie, who has gone to the run in the sky. I remember Jaapie as a dry wit and as you can see by his history a great contributor to the committees of this club.
Spare a thought to Polecat and Mumbles and a few others who shared cars with Jappie, they were a tight group of good friends, who I am sure will be finding it tough at the moment, our commiserations to them all.
At last, we heard a roaring truck heading our way, lights flashing, the food!!!
Thank fuck for the food, brought to you by Sir Tom and Kilkenny, who was standing in for Xmas.
Dick Tracy finished his joke and Antman ended the circle with a limerick.
The food well worth waiting for, was a delicious chicken and rice dish, after a quick tidy up, it was home till next week, when we do it all again and hopefully we have mastitis who will be standing in for the traveller, Rimmer.
Well done Sir Tom and all the people who stood in for someone a great effort I’m sure Scummy would have loved it.

ONON Triple J

A combined run with and set by West Coast H3 was always going to be a happy affair with a close association developed over 20 odd years.

This run was set In Pickering Brook, the  scene of PH3’s celebration for its 2500th run (I think). A  long way from Perth but well worth it for the change. It started oddly when there were no feet to guide us and we parked (sensibly) in the carpark. This was not as intended  so for some unknown reason we all shifted to halfway along the club’s access road. Not the best of ideas. A 6:15 start in calm conditions, perfect for a  spring run, which was set by WC’s Phranger, who has a reputation for setting ball-tearers. After a brief local history lesson, off went about 15 runners and 20 walkers. Separate marked routes for the  runners and walkers augured well until the walking trail disappeared and the motley crew of old farts turned for home after 30 minutes.

A few mishaps occurred on the run/walk with 4 gentlemen coming a cropper on the unforgiving gravel. These included Pitt and Pothole. (Your scribe’s notes sans glasses proved of little value in preparing this report).

The runners apparently enjoyed a really well set run with the pack always kept together and finishing in about 5 minutes over the hour.

Dick Tracy provided warmed chopped sausages as entree. Good too. The  circle was a typically happy one with D/D’s including for:

Returnees Pig Trap, Biffin (WC), Skippy, Boner and (indecipherable notes).

Birthdays Dick Tracy, Prairie Dog

Budgie for being budgie, Grizzly and Haggis for short-cutting, the fallen group, Pothole for turning up to Raindrops’ with no food or drink, Elbows (for still being there?), Bushy, Simple (WC).

Fry (WC) gave a glowing report on the run and Phranger (WC) was given the obligatory D/D.

Into dinner of chicken rolls prepared by Dickie and an early finish to a good night. Well done to West Coast.

It was surprisingly easy to get to this now regular location (at least for those of us with easy access to the Reid Hwy). The sun was till shining which indicates how quickly the season has changed, as summer approaches. It was good to see Wagon had made the effort to come along tonight, as well as Needles, and of course Seagull made has annual appearance.
It was a relatively small pack of seven that started the run, and we were soon joined by a lost walker, who stayed with the runners for the rest of the journey. Well done Budgie, showing the other walkers how its really done.
The run itself started going uphill and seemed to go that way for the rest of the evening, only changing to go up steeper inclines occasionally. The run was well set and kept the pack together remarkably well, considering numbers. The FRB’s did not do their job properly as even the back runners were called on to check out where the trail started again after some of the numerous false trails and checks. I came in at 7:08pm and traveled 7.4km, which was remarkable, because it felt much longer in time and distance than that which I actually completed.
The walkers trod their own path, without their normal leader!

On return to the van, friendly conversation was rudely interrupted by the GM and the On Sec, who insisted on running the circle at the time they wanted, not what the pack wanted. Once again the On Sec made the requisite number of stuff ups including his perennial mistake about the 17th of November (look it up). He also produced one of his best jokes of the year, but I can’t remember what it was about, but it certainly was approved by the pack. The RA invited the pack to sing the club song half way through his spiel, which was a change that even Elbows was caught out by (a different song at this time).

Food was a very nice, rice and bean mixture (with some protein in there somewhere).

Again, another great night at Hash. Well done to the Hares. Remember next weeks run is on WEDNESDAY and starts at 6:30.

On On
Lasagna’s delegated observer.

Run 2889 – Antman in Padbury

On a cool Monday night hashmen gathered around the bucket (as they usually tend to do) to receive a history lesson on the suburb of Hillarys from Antman and also find out where the run went. Quite unlike the washouts from some of the previous weeks the weather was remarkably dry.

The run was well set with plenty of chalk, although a little on the damp side. The route had many twists and turns, underpasses and overpasses, stairs that went up and stairs that went down. An added bonus was the large quantity of loud, echoey tunnels for the front runners to yell through. There was no doubt the whole pack could hear the on calls. The false trails were long and the checks were plentiful and the Hare’s artistic ability was also on display with caricatures of what I can only assume were other hashmen on the checks. The runners kept together well, arriving back at the bucket on the hour with some clocking in 6.4km.

Down downs went to visitors Needles, writer of our famous hash song, and “couldn’t remember his hash name” Steven with returnee Fags. Pitt gave a short eulogy and minute silence for Cans to honour one of the very first Perth hashers who was there from run 1. A great hashman who will surely be missed. The Hare was picked on by Dicky on account of his parking mishap occupying two spaces which he assured us was entirely on purpose. And Budgie almost had a bowel movement when he was called up to critique the walk the much to the misfortune of Pembo sitting behind him. Overall the run was awarded a modest score of 9 and Dickie’s black box was a “C” for Cans.

The food was a delicious Brazilian white bean and chorizo stew with bread. There was plenty enough to go around to keep us warm with enough still for seconds.

A well set run and good food, a sure combination for a great night.

On on,

Q