Run Date: 9th December 2019
Run No #2050
Hare: JCF
Venue: John Breen Park North Mackay
Hashers: 20
20 brave souls turned up for JCF’s masterful attempt at setting a challenging trail.
The usual banter was being slung around, until JC stepped forward, armed with a long piece of gyprock/chalk, started laying down a series of hieroglyphics, and trying to explain what each one was…. Luckily, no-one was listening and with a cry of OnOn headed of into the wilds of Nth Mackay. Eventually, they all came back, from many different directions, all wondering where the hell the trail went! Last to roll in was the very popular Half-a-Boat, who was cheered like a Rockstar, mainly because he had the key to the HashPiss.
The slurping began, and shit was talked, until The Monkee, who actually turned up for a change, yelled “Form a Circle”. Stand in Monk Prick seemed a little amused, as there wasn’t any hashpiss on the table, and so, with encouragement, the Monkee went and got some. Prick immediately went to town doling out down downs to the many unquiet attendees for not being quiet. JCF got his just deserts, as did returning runner TJ, and newby Sue, a friend of TJs. Lassie seemed delighted to be called forth for free beer. Last week Zorro charged myself with short changing him $1.90, so I called him forward, gave him a $2 coin, and a demand for 10 cents change. Zorro quickly produced a 20 cent coin and demanded 10 cents change from me! He got a free beer instead. I think there was more down downs, but can’t really remember. Only one joke was told, by yours truly, and was quickly nominated for “joke of the year”. Well done me. Eventually the song was sung, well, snippets of it really, and the circle closed.
JCF produced a massive pot of sausage stew, along with fresh bread and smashed potato. Musta took him a day or three to get it all ready, and the hungry hoards did their best to scoff it all, but I fear ole JC might be eatin sausage stew for a day or two. With bulging bellies the unwashed masses tried to slurp more beer, but there didn’t seem to be any room left. Slowly in dribs and drabs they wandered off home. Well done JCF!
Bring your mountain gear next week, for a forage amongst the slopes of Rural View!
OnOn, Pensioner.
