Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
Due to a mix up with hares, the JM had to step in to lay on a run at short notice. Well done Bambi. Not only was the run a good one it was amazing that in the midst of a bitterly cold snap, the day greeted the pack with glorious sunshine.
The pack was of medium size (in numbers not in waist size) and we put this done to the fact that it was leap year and therefore any single men thought it safer to stay indoors.
There was a minimum of preamble just enough to introduce Fan Na (sorry about the spelling) from Northern China, who had decided that as the English are terrible at languages, to call herself Natalie to help poor hashers who could not get their tongue around foreign names.
So off we set on a longish trudge to the first check which soon led us downwards in a Droke direction. Another check and down again which began to worry those of us with the occasional brain cell as we realised that this meant that at some point we would have to come up again.
Considering he had laid it on his own the checks were long and devious, so all hail to JM Bambi.
We came to a check that just cried out to be a falsie and as you can well imagine it was the true trail that led us to a check with only a straight path ahead.
After Paul had found the falsie it left only one option up into the woods scrambling up the bank where we did in fact find the trail. It led us right back to the path we had just left but no matter.
The trail wore on and the theme for the day was HILLS!
This was a bit embarrassing as The Panda had decided to offer her hash knowledge to our little Chinese guest and happily jogged up the steepest of hills, chatting and not even breaking sweat! To make matters worse the Eskimo RAN up the next steep hill leaving Splasher and The Ref tottering upwards like two old gentlemen. Although that comment is unfair. They are certainly not gentlemen by any stretch of the imagination!
We came to another check and Old Faithful was on the scent. He bounded away into the lead. We were a bit puzzled by this sudden surge of energy but apparently his athletic friend Dwain Chambers had been giving him some advice on nutrition.
After another check we began to smell Chariot and Patrick bounded ahead leaving the pack behind, only to find it was a falsie and the true trail was off and away to the left. (Thatíll teach him to be a teenager and show off with all that energy). The pack scurried through the undergrowth followed by Buster who by now was letting us all know he had enough.
Unfortunately at the next check we came upon a dead dear. Whilst everybody else went Aaah! The Dustman and The Can Man held a discussion as to the species of said animal. Have they no soul? However such discussions were cut short as the sound of ON IN was heard and the pack scrambled into the car park in a racing finish (known in non hash circles as a gentle amble).
After a lot of accusations the hashit was given to Splasher for (a) being late (b) arguing with the JMs and (c) for being Splasher. An excellent hash.
A note to all potential hares - please give grid references along with locations please.