Run Date: 1st July 2019
Hare: Knicker Licker
Venue: Unit 6, 16 Dolby Street North Mackay
Hashers: 31
31 brave hashers turned out on a cool evening to chew the fat, and stir up the neighbour’s dogs.
After milling about in various groups, Knicker called the throng to order and began issuing instructions, mostly unheard by those who wouldn’t stop nattering. Apparently, according to Knicker, there was chalk and survey tape to be found, all in the direction of some canefields. So, off we went, and immediately the women in the crew began swearing loudly about prickles, snakes and crocodiles. Pfffttt! Nuthin to worry about. After dicing with the traffic on Sam’s Road, the pack disappeared into the cane, and quickly became disoriented and confused by the lack of markers. I managed to find a trail that miraculously led me back to the beer. The other mob continued with their cane farmer impersonations, and merged into the gloom. They turned up later, in dribs and drabs, with several different versions of where they’d been.
Knicker dived inside and produced a tray of home-made mini pies, with 3 different sauces (spicy!) to calm the boisterous mob, whilst the HashCash was collected. Much banter was chucked about, until the Monkee…. yes, the missing Monkee made a triumphant return…. called the mob to order and the circle began. A down down for the hare for setting such a shitty trail was quickly followed by another coz he was thirsty! Some more charges were laid and refuted by the guilty, but still we saw Hotty and D.T. downing a combined effort for something they may or may not have done. There was a birthday down down for someone ( can’t remember who), and Hooker received a keyring and drink for finally amassing 100 runs over a 25 year period. A few jokes were told, and then Flaps floored us with a magnificent rendition on marriage, ending with a word you shouldn’t call your wife if you want her to remain said wife! Finally Zorro was charged, because he looked guilty. Circle closed with a stirring rendition of the hash song, which the neighbour’s dogs enjoyed immensely.
Knicker dived into the kitchen, and produced 2 big trays of his special fried rice, and a big pot of curried chook, hot enough to warm the bellies of the mob. More yackin and bullshit followed until finally HashPiss took the beer away, and the remaining mob decided to call it quits, but not before loading the fire with enough wood to keep Knicker up (and warm) all night.
Bring your togs next week for a dip in our imaginary pool. Roller Blades optional, as there’s not many hills around 12 Douglas Cres Rural View.
Pensioner.
