“Share the Love”
Goonshow , Little Shit and the interloper Tic Toc show
Up Shit (Deep Creek) without a Torch
After much fanfare and anticipation, a number of old faces appeared for a Goonshow – Little Shit Deep Creek beauty which , as Goonshow found out, can be quiet adventurous ouch! stitches and head grazing (did not knock any sense though).
There was Pheasant Plucker and General De Gaulle backafter a long time away , the Manly Cave Man , Wally Grout, for his 3rd run in a row (great to see you Wally) & keen to shed many kg’s and Jungle Jim returning from his bike riding “experience” in Cambodia.
Of course a large pack turned up including Grape and Changi, ready to savour on a real $25 Posh On, including Little Shit’s select reds ,after last week’s NSWH3 On On rip off. The committee had arrived early, minus President Pee Dub and Centrepoint. The JM’s Ayatollah, Captain Bligh and Nautilus arrived to set up in the scenic setting of Deep Creek reserve (boy those steaks looked good). Darwin Don and God Knows cornered the On Sec about details of next week’s run but acknowledged that they had not read Sunday’s Run Reminder – diary note boys ! Horsewhisper arrived in his “yank tank” ute and proceeded to play cat and mouse with Darwin Don as with every “growl” of the gurgling V8, Darwin skipped ahead with his walking stick in hand- what a sight to behold – a 91 year old playing chicken with a horse whisperer, winning hands down!!
The pack was off heading north to the footbridge over Deep Creek- predictably the runners were first off with Moishe, Benny, Cinders, Super, Your Choice and the recently musically invigorated Music Man showing a fresh set of heels. Jungle Jim, appreciating the low humidity for a change after Thailand and Cambodia was also joined by S Bends, Changi and Grape as the trail skirted along the tributary of Deep Creek and then along paths flanked by Sandstone cliffs and caves. Wally Grout thought longingly about his Manly caves as he passed by with Flying Virgin. About 20 minutes into the run, Tic Toc arrived (without torch), as can be the case, and the ever caring hares, knowing the marathon ahead of him, were not able to warn him of the limited daylight if he was tempted by the marathon runners trail (more later). Meanwhile the walkers, including Hanoi Bill, Darwin Don, Pheasant Plucker, General De Gaulle and Goanna brought up the rear. Hanoi Bill recounted the story, to the amusement of the boys of Hanoi’s friends who attended a “Pubic” float of a new “establishment” called “Desires Kittens” in Chard Rd, Brookvale, to be treated with “cock”tails and “finger food”. Hanoi seemed to have a lot of detail for someone remote from the action!!
The trail then split into the walkers and runners – the smart walkers went the walkers trail and the walkers in denial, not realizing the marathon ahead, faced a gruelling walk across Deep creek, up to the plateau ,then east of the Morgan Road WRCS flying field then home along the Morgan Road Fire Trail.
By this time, the pack was well spread out and as the sun was setting in the west, Khyber and Goanna decided they should record the event just in case they never made it back.
Goanna, cunningly skipped ahead of Khyber and Smiley, not to be tagged again for
coming last, however Khyber, not to be outdone went back the walkers. Back at the bucket, the first runners led by Cinderella , Benny, Music Man and Superglue arrived back in about 1.06 hrs to be greeted by the aroma of sizzling Ayatollah steak. Plunger was back still smarting after recently being outed by a reliable source. By 7.45 all the pack was back at the bucket whilst the no shows were Goanna, Khyber, Smiley and Tic Toc who were enjoying the exotic sounds of the bush after dark. Tic Toc had now recognized the errors of his ways as he gingerly prodded and pushed his way along the ever disappearing trail – this was not a good decision he muttered to himself.
Grape had recognized the impending danger and sent out his own search party of one as the first stragglers arrived at 9.15 pm, then Goanna several minutes later but no Tic Toc. The pack were a little concerned when it was now 9.30 pm – could this be another Major Disaster disaster we all thought ? when suddenly out of the sheer darkness, appeared the shining light of Grape and hugging the edge of the oval, keeping a low profile not to be noticed, was Tic Toc , the man of the moment, complaining that the pack had arrived too early and there was no food left.
Photo courtesy of S Bends – Tic Toc arrived, grimacing after his ordeal surrounded by anxious hashmen , one of whom was kind enough to offer an empty plate but no food was there.
As Tic Toc approached the runners/walker
split he was about to make an potentially fatal and embarrassing decision – will I or won’t I was the message swirling around Tic Toc’s confused tiny brain – “of course I can; I am Tic Toc” and proceeded to go for broke on the runners trail, some half an hour behind Goanna, Kyber and Smiley, who were enjoying the beauty of the setting sun.
With everyone now at the On On, having consumed a superb meal quaffed with a Little Shit Red & cheese cake, there were down downs for the Hares (with Tic Toc claiming some notoriety in E Shit style) followed by the recently returned Pheasant Plucker and General DeGaulle, birthday boy, Polly Unsaturated on reaching the young age of 75 years, and Flasher for flashing his new radiant blue runners.
On On to next week’s run of Saltpetre and Changi. Thanks to Grape for finding the lost soul in the bush
Your Hash Journey – Summary of Run 2471 (thanks Your Choice)
Distance: 9.48km
Elevation gain: 220m
Calories burnt: 792C
