Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	Aerial
Run 607	13 May 2007	The Can Man and Mr. Bean	West Harting Down - Compton	SU773169

It was raining and I was preparing to run on the Hash, an ideal opportunity to test out a theory that the device that I have that is called an "umbrella" (literaly shade provider) could also be used to give some shelter from the rain, a mad and barmey idea I know.
The usual wet weather custom of "stay in your car till the last moment" was in operation, so it was not until nearly 11am that it was evident how many other idiots were ready for a free bath, when a medium size pack gathered round the Hares for enlightenment.
Miss Perfect turned up last apparently confused about the start location, as we all listened to how flat, dry and dusty the run would be. Canman asked us all to keep an eye out for Buster who had been unable to keep up when the trail was laid and was still "out there" somewhere.

So off we did go, up the only trail available from the start and soon came to the first check. I thought I would show willing by checking out the steep possible trail that nobody else wanted to tackle, but could not see any flour so I returned to find that all other trails were false and that the Hares were adopting that "are you sure" attitude.

Dr Blood was next up and after some encouragement from below mangaged to find the Frugal MacDougal. The next section was realy a hike through Park Copse over ankle twisting thinings and under low branches to emerge at a four way check at the top.

By now some had taken to calling Buster-Buster instead of On-On thereby gaining maximum efficiency from the effort but failing to summon the dog from the undergrowth.

From here we headed to Nightingale Bottom where all the flour had disolved, and then guided by Canman made our way up Booker Down where Mr Bean treated us all to an unsolicited lecture on "how to find the trail" after we got stumped by flour along both sides of a hedge.

From here on we managed to follow the rainwashed remains of a trail in an anticlockwise loop back towards the chariots through what was by now torrential rain, many failing to take in an extra loop at the end.

Ceremonies were held immediately, we were all nominated for shortcutting but I was awarded the Hash-it for failing to spot flour at the first check, but primarily for being the only hasher to bring an umbrella. A few of us went to the pub in Compton while Treefeller went off road in his pickup to look for Buster unfortunately to no avail.

The story does have a happy ending though, people walking their dog later in the afternoon discovered Buster ( with the two bags of flour still strapped to his back), and informed the District Council Dog Warden who Canman had contacted earlier. On-On Bambi.