HASH AT HORNSBY, DRAINED AND DE-LEECHED****
>
> ** **
>
> *BOLDLY ONON INTO THE VALLEY OF THE LEECHES WE SHUFFLED*.****
>
> From Our Man on the Spot who Plunged in with Them.****
>
> ** **
>
> The trouble with us is that in this, “Year of Growing Younger” we still let
> little things like a few harmless little blood sucking leaches slow us
> down. At the end of the day it was a fantastic run through some of the most
> scenic landscape you can witness in Sydney native bushland.****
>
> ** **
>
> To start there were extreme warnings about leaches, thousands of them as
> thick as your thumb. Caliph-Ci wondered what would happen if a leach got
> into your pants and then our minds really started to play games with us.
> With this thought of terror abounding we emptied the insect repellent spray
> cans onto shoes, ankles, legs, nether regions and arm pits prior to the
> event. Both Khyber and Fryer-a-Duck confirmed they had dragged a 44 gallon
> drum of DDT in setting the trail to make this a “leach free” event. What
> was left over went into the stew!****
>
> ** **
>
> Across the creek we waded, quickly washing away our generous sprayings of
> leach repellent then on to our first check with everyone waiting for a sign
> or a call or anything. Swampy decided to mark his territory by emptying out
> three pints of a quart bladder into the adjoining sewer farm.****
>
> ** **
>
> The steep climb out of the valley made the Balmoral Burn feel like a walk
> in the park. With Walkers and Runners clearly marked ON we briefly hit some
> bitumen only to be advised by Moishe that this route was ONLY for Walkers.
> Knowing Moishe as a man of impeccable trust, the gathered group of runners
> and walkers taking the runners trail reluctantly pressed back down into the
> bush – the wrong way. Pilko took the eradication of leaches so seriously
> that he wiped his buttocks down the steepest part of the re-entry trail –
> it surely wasn’t a slip! By now we had realised that Moishe had truly led
> us astray as we trudged through the fern engulfed trail and tonnes of leaf
> litter, writhing with leaches. The scenery however was just
> magnificent! ****
>
> ** **
>
> A short cut across the bitumen and then plunging back into the Bush we
> enjoyed more magnificent scenery of sub-tropical Sydney with fern engulfed
> valleys in the brightest of green. The Home trail was somewhat of a mystery
> for some as our President proceeded on the Out Trail going for a victory
> lap and tearing up wads of toilet paper on his way.****
>
> ** **
>
> Back at the bucket most of us were wondering what all the hype of leaches
> was all about. There was some discussion and awards given for:****
>
> Ugliest Leach – went to XXXX who came in under his three hour limit****
>
> Bloodiest Bloody Leach Bastard – went to Last Leeched Louie who plucked one
> from his upper thigh in the middle of the down downs – see photo of remains*
> ***
>
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> ****
>
> A PRESIDENTIAL
> SQUELCH
> NOBODY LOVES ME, I DIDN’T GET A SINGLE LEECH EITHER****
>
> ** **
>
> Not one single bloody leach award – went to the No Good Byo****
>
> Leach as fat as my thumb award – went to Fryer-a-Duck****
>
> ** **
>
> Onon with the best of home made Chilli Con Carne from the Fryer-a-Duck and
> rice made properly with extra Chilli flakes to keep us regular.****
>
> Great run, great tucker and very few leaches!****
>
> Note: You were asked to carry torches, so you could see the Leeches before
> they could see you.****
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> ****
>
>
> CAPTAIN
> FIZZ’ZZ RIP-SNORTING RELAY RUNNERS FROM COONA****
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> ****
>
> THE SCOONA IN COONA HASH RELAY 44A ****
>
> By Our Raving Reporter at the Relay****
>
> ** **
>
> The boys are back except for a few that stayed to enjoy more of the
> magnificent Warrumbungles or travelled on. And all in one piece too except
> for the usual battering.****
>
> ** **
>
> With most of our members athletic joints now made from titanium or carbon
> fibre, our range of contestants becomes more limited each year and thus the
> hard core had to multi-task over Wagga Rod’s 19 Events which commenced at
> 7:00am.****
>
> ** **
>
> And knuckle down they did coming a proud second to those pesky Larrakins
> and then crowned by a magnificent Act under the tutelage of Tic-Toc – who
> reports as follows:-
>
>
> Schoona @ Coona Stars & the Lunar Lads.
>
> Did someone moona? It’ll roona.
>
>
>
> *Soaked from two days and eight nights of relentless preparation (and that
> was only at the bar), the Sydney Posh team of 25 and enthusiastic
> supporters burst out of the starting blocks on cycles at seven. The H3
> Coonabarabran Relay 44 dawn service attracted nearly 200 Hashers from north
> and south and big of mouth…brought together by an indefatigable Wagga Rod
> and the lovely OS, at the astronomy capital of the nation.*
>
> * *
>
> *Eight teams sporting celestial monikers ran, rode, crawled, swam, puzzled
> and guzzled over the Warrumbungle Ranges . The Posh Men from Mars, led by
> Captain Courageous K Litter and Bar, soon discovered that recceing by
> remote was more than adequate to secure an enviable second place behind
> only Brisbane Thirsty—Moon– (one of Wagga’s two teams of all things), but
> ahead of the Larrikins—Jupiter–and in also-ran order, Botany—Uranus, yeah
> aren’t they?—Copra’s love child, Nelson Bay—Neptune, Brisbane Thirsty—Earth,
> the Harriettes—Venus, (Christ you should have seen us) and Northern Beaches—
> Saturn.*
>
> * *
> *Tasty, universally-popular morsels (most welcome after a hard-day over the
> Range) launched a Range of Acts. Modesty prevents naming the winner, but
> the star was… TBA. Details—you want details?—will be published in a full
> report after the usual 30-year embargo, sealed by Chief Martian LCL, that
> not even a freedom of information request can breach..what happens beneath
> the sparkling stars, stays where it belongs, back in the Box…OnOnTT
>
> *
>
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>
>
>
> WHO WAS THE FUCK-WIT WHO ADDED A RETURN ADDRESS ?
>
>
>
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>
>
>
> BLOODY HELL, ITS MORE OF
> LAST CARD LOUIE’S HOME BREWED SHIT
>
> ** **
>
> While most of the State was under water, Coonabarabran, although heavily
> doused throughout the night before, cleared it’s famous skies for a
> terrific day of action and frivolity. Well done POSH !****
>
> **
>
> * *
>
> AND SO ON…………………..TO NEXT WEEK – (Looking like a serious canditate for best
> summer On-On )
>