| Run 485 29th September 2002 |
Humble Scribe and The Eskimo
East Dean - The Hurdlemakers Click for a map Click for a detailed map |
Arriving at the Hurdlemakers in East Dean on the last Sunday in October you could almost forget that autumn was around the corner. For once numbers were up with a goodly sized pack milling around with the usual up and at em attitude of the Chi HHH. Well to be more accurate nobody complained too much except to mention that it is going to be hilly. After introducing newcomer Vicki and a brief story from the JM (Splasher) explaining that the other JM (Invisible) could not be with us because her husband was auditioning for a place in the Formula One team in Liverpool , it was over to the hares and then off on the trail.
The problem with East Dean is that we have run it a few times before and so trying to fool the pack is no easy task. So up beside the pub and along the track to the first check which saw some gullible hashers running up the first falsie into the distance whist Pancsi decided to see if electric fences really do sting..
(Apparently they do!) However Sue, Rasta, Dogwhistle and a few other canny souls found the true trail and then on to the next check which gave the chance of the flat trail to Charlton Forest or up and up again following the steep hill which had been our route on many previous occasions. It is to the credit of the hash that so many went straight for the hill (fools!). However both trails were wrong and it was back along the road and up the track to cross the fields before entering the wood..
It was here that we acquired the farmers sheep dog who then came around the entire course with us..
This made us all feel safer as if we got lost at least somebody would know the way home!!! The first check in the woods was an easy choice with Sinbad finding the correct path instantly as Spiderman hurtled down the wrong trail only to SHORTCUT across when he realised his mistake!!!.
The next check proved more difficult as there were a number of trails to choose and hashers managed to go down all of the wrong ones. It was pleasing to see Old Faithful come puffing back time after time complaining of the wrong trail and even the Can Man who usually has a good grip of his bearings (and were not doing that joke) was seen to be looking a bit dazed and confused..
A couple of more checks and then we arrived at a check where there seemed to be no trail..
However with a little prompting the pack was off into the undergrowth with Hash Flash leading the way..
It was at this point that while the pack gently tried to avoid broken branches and bones etc., that Jan Hill was seen bounding through the forest like a young stag in flight, passing all and sundry with great speed..
This could not go unrewarded so the hashname of Bambi was awarded. Well done Bambi Hill!!.
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Some people have asked who the Naming Committee actually is: suffice to say it is 12 of the great and good, well, 11 plus your Humble Scribe and the member suggesting Bambis nickname was His Holiness the Dalai Lama who does intend to run with us when he gets a chance..
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So eventually we emerged from the wood and by now the pack driven by thirst and knowing that they are open found the true trail towards home. A couple of more checks could not fool anybody (well a few) and eventually all returned to apres hash at the Hurdlemakers were Jan was awarded the hashit for shortcutting!!! Shortcutting is honourable says Sue. Which is a bit odd using honourable and hasher in the same sentence. A bit like saying John Major and rumpy pumpy together but stranger things have happened.....On On.
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Humble Scribe.