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Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low

 

Run 477
26th May 2002

Treefeller and The Can Man
The Spotted Cow, Hunston Click for a map


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A wet and windy morning greeted those brave hashers attending run number 477. With numbers down a bit of late, every hasher was well received. Even though Miss Perfect turned up only to have a short walk and then disappear after collecting hash boards for the next run complaining of illness and returning to her sick bed (such dedication to the hash). She did try to suggest a nickname for Trevor but as was explained to her, nicknames must be (a) earned on the hash and (b) approved by the naming committee and or previous masters and or the reigning monarch of the day. As the rain abated for a brief spell Splasher turned the JM’s welcome into a personal lecture on the forthcoming World Cup (football) and England’s chances therein (none). As the pack were beginning to turn ugly (well uglier than usual) he ceased his speech and passed over to the hares who soon had us off and away.
The trial led us down a small alley which was covered with stinging nettles. Those hashers wearing shorts did not appreciate this even though the Can Man declared that he had trodden some (1 or 2) down.
Finally Action man Adrian who should have been in Northern Ireland crashed through making a path (and yes, he was wearing shorts but he is a soldier and therefore does not feel pain).
Down to the canal and Sinbad used his local knowledge to turn right and head for the road.
The trail of course went left and back the way we came.
Across the main road and off into the wilds we scurried through a few fields with longish runs crossing ditches and mud until we met another small road with a choice of options.
Hash Flash was not keen about crossing a field of cows in case some were bulls but I pointed out that it was against the law to put bulls in a field with a footpath. However just to be sure we let Jan go first to check it out. It seemed to be her day as time after time she sniffed out the correct trail with the pack trailing along behind her. However just as we began to turn for home she made the fateful mistake (for a hasher) of trying to think. Now we know that hashers are not bright and her mistake was thus; she said ‘Oh that’s a bit obvious this way, I bet they went to the left here’. She did not realise that hashers are simple souls and when 12 o’clock approaches then the easiest way home is often the correct way. So we wasted time down that trail whist Selwyn and others dashed On Inn.
We arrived back to find The Panda and Rasta keeping warm in the chariot on the grounds that they were unwell - poor excuse!
The hashit was awarded to Dave ‘Pancsi’ for taking the mickey out of the JMs (Invisible) little squeak that was meant to be a hash call. She being JM wielded her power and awarded him the hashit - he’ll learn.

Humble Scribe

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