Run	Date	Hare(s)	Description	MapRef	1:50000	1:25000	1:10000	Aerial
Run 618	14 October 2007	The Doc and The Chamois	Bepton Country Inn	SU870205

A small but dedicated band of hashers turned up at the pub in Bepton ready for a hash laid by a wily old pair of hashers.

There was a brief intro from both JMs (one of whom was out of uniform) and the hares and then we were off starting at a T junction.

As was to be expected, when a hasher is given a choice of two options they take the wrong one.

So half of the pack went scurrying up the road whilst The Chamois shook her head in disbelief and indicated the correct trail to the remaining pack members.

Cutting through the forest we began the day as we meant to go on with wonderful wooded scenery and clear and precise markings (although that never seems to help any members of this pack). Not having seem a map it appeared that the trail went in a vague figure of eight.

The pack crossed into the woods on the left of the road to go off in a large loop and then back to the road where I had to wait (on bicycle doing my roving reporter bit) to see Bambi rushing ahead calling On On to nobody in particular.

A little bit further and then on to a network of country wooded lanes where we stopped at a check to be met by two newcomers who had (a) managed to miss the start and (b) managed to fall over within a short distance of that start (it bodes well, they will fit in fine).

So onward ever onward.

There was a check in the forest where everybody was fooled as they went along a path and then other pack members went in a different direction just to find that both were wrong.

After a while checking the true trail was found by crossing a redoubt worthy of a last stand at a battle and scrambling up the bank on the other side to disappear into a rhododendron forest.

Sinbad was heard to say "I wondered if it went up there?" (So why not check it out???) Although the day was fine people began to look at their watches and see that it was ten minutes to twelve. Remembering the last run we should be about half way.

No worries.... These two experienced old hands had us bursting through the forest and then in a short while cries of On On were heard and we came back to the chariots exactly at 12 o'clock.

I think they are going to conduct courses on how to lay a trail in the near future and most of us should attend! So back into the car park and after a hasty quick change the JMs started to read out the misdemeanours. As usual Mussolini had broken nearly every rule, even at one point over running a falsie and then hiding in the bush so as to avoid any blame! Fortunately Spiderman had brought along two offspring whose keenness and haste were considered unseemly for such a staid pack and they were awarded the hashit for being young (seems fair to me). Two heads in the hashit seemed to work. We all then retired to the pub garden where a new hasher spent the time doing somersaults on the trampoline!!! (her excuse is that she is 14 years old - don't you just hate teenagers?).

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