Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low
|Run 586||9 July 2006||Mussolini||Stoughton Forest ||SU815125|| || || |
Two very soggy hares greeted a small group of soon to be soggy hashers in the car park. The Doc had driven up earlier to deposit the hashit with the J.M’s. He was unable to join in with the hash as he was looking after the Chamois who had had an operation on her foot – We hope to see you back with us as soon as possible.
As it was still quite damp overhead the pack were ready to be off promptly at 11. The J.M’s welcomed an old friend of the Can Man called Chummy Walker who usually hashed around the streets and pubs of London.
It was then over to the hares – by the way I forgot to mention that today I was multi tasking. Not only did I have my J.M hat on, I helped Mussolini to lay his trail and due to Humble Scribe going off to run a fun run race somewhere or other, I was also seconded to write the hash notes. Any way back to the hash, the hares gave the pack no clue as to which way the trail went and just left them to get on with it.
Some thought it would be the main path, but they were wrong, the trail went up through the trees to the first check, then it followed the main path down. At this check the pack were convinced that the true trail went up a steep hill, however unable to find the trail they had to resort to going back to the check. In the meantime one of the sneaky hares (not me) laid a new falsie up said hill which Horn blower had already been up – and yes he did go up the hill again only to have to come back down. The confused pack eventually found the trail that led to the path again. Common consent was that it must be up but no it was down this time then it was up, up, up.
After a few more checks the pack were brought to a place they had previously been – and yes Horn blower checked out the hill he had previously been up twice, it was still a falsie!
From here the pack started to head for home. Back in the car park the J.M’s went through the hashit nominations. Lots of short cutters, Frances got nominated for turning up with a very muddy back – well she and Dr. Blood did cycle from Goodwood to get there. Cheshire was heard to say he thought he might have relieved himself on a falsie, but that was not thought to be serious enough. The hashit was given to the Gnu who when the J.M’s were trying to get the proceedings underway, disappeared up the main path to do what ladies do (or so she said), but we thought she was really having a sneaky look for the trail.
So with the hashit awarded it was off to the Barley Mow to sit in their garden for a well-deserved drink.
A good hash that had the pack quite confused at times. Well done Mussolini.