Run No. 2597 – 3rd April 2017

4 P’s and leeches

If next week’s run around Balmain doesn’t, according to next week’s Hares, have all of the wonderful features of our jaunt through Middle Cove then it won’t go down in the annals of the Posh like Jock’s run will.
A very large pack of 56 Hashletes(including 4 Yanks and 4 Yankettes) gathered in the industrial depths of  East(ish) Chatswood on yet another rainy day in Sydney. Those donning wet weather attire only managed to get wetter on the inside from sweat as it stayed dry for the run tonight. According to Hare Jock the Sock there would be some back alley trail, easy bush, difficult bush, and not so difficult bush – Right!
So, after we’d traversed Salad Servers and various other factories we arrive at the bush and even the various TM’s and locals can’t find any trail down Scott’s Ck. Those in the know reckoned there was a sewer line track “down there somewhere”. You know what a sewer line track is – it’s a rough road built  along a creek so that a sewer line can be constructed and serviced. It also allows engineers to observe the lids blowing off inspection openings and spewing raw sewerage into the creek during heavy rain. That’s just the way the old MWS&DB did things.
Yep, we did find our way down to what was a road sometime last millennium – it was now a track which Jock the Sock had carved out of dense bush. 2ks of great hash trail – lots of shiggy thanks to all of the rain, rope descents, climbing over fallen trees, creek crossings and sliding down muddy slopes – and memories. A bloody great procession with lots of social interaction and even Superglue at the back of  the pack with the plebs. Tic Toc and Little Shit succumbed to the 4 P’s  and their torches failed – great.
For  reasons beyond the average Poshman,  runners (er walkers really) dropped off this wonderful expedition and short-cut their way home but not our dedicated Yank visitors who were determined to collect as many leeches on their bodies as they possibly could. A short steep climb out of the bush on to the road and On Home after someone made an executive decision not to seek out the not so difficult bush. The majority of hashers were at the bucket well after the hour. For those desperates and SCB’s who were trying to break into the Scribes van to retrieve the hash wine, the driver’s side window was open.
The On was at a little canteen where Jock had convinced the owner to not go home at 3pm but hang around and feed the hoards – I sense co-Hare Calici Virus’s MO here. A good feed of  fish or osso bucco, and dessert.
Whilst Lightning was merrily flicking leeches onto the café floor the Pres called order and began dispensing Downs. Firstly, the Hares Jock the Sock and Calici Virus. Next up, all of the visitors who had to be called in groups as there were so many of them. From Foothills H3 in California we had : First to go Down, Butter Buns, Ben Herrpees, Swiss Piss, On yer Knees Bitch, Good Tail, Magic, and Magic User. In group 2 was Lost Jewels from Lakeside H3 in Melbourne, and Plunger’s brother Bright Spark from Nowra H3. Then, a little punishment was meted out – Simmo for arriving one hour early to pick up passenger Payling tonight  – Aw yeah! Daylight saving has finished, and Arbitrator back after having a total ground up body rebuild.
Tonight’s humour was larger than the number of visitors. Pee Dub led off as usual, with a dud shitty old joke. Wee Willy dropped the baton again (I was wrong to assume that his wife’s return from holidays had improved the quality). Tic Toc blew up a crematorium where the Goldstein brothers were begging. Hanoi Bill insisted he was fine, and Darwin Don’s wife doesn’t like cyclones.

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