Date – 19/05/2025
Run – 2328
Venue: 66 O’Brien Esplanade, Shoal Point
Hare –Maple Syrup
Hashers – 19

 To the sands of the Northern beaches, our intrepid bunch of Hashers ventured.

A couple of ring-ins joined our motley crew for a saunter around the hills of Shoal Point with a piss stop at the park on the beach.

A couple of hashers ( Tarzan & Fork) got lost in the park (wrong park) and were picked up by some of us on the way back.

History lesson given and then charges laid.

Maple Syrup received a charge for over-achieving both in her report AND setting the run.

Jokes told and circle closed.

A very enjoyable meal in front of a warming fire with lots of great chatter.

Camilleri Street Park for the next run and should definitely be cooler than the last run there.

ON, On,

Mrs Appeel

Date – 12/05/2025
Run – 2327
Venue: Park beside the Surf Club at the Harbour
Hare – Rarebit & Titanic
Hashers – 17 (or was that 18)

It was a night to remember well,
Huddled under the Surf Club deck
The wind was whipping up quite a swell
How do I know…some of us checked!

Luckily tables were moveable and light,
Handy towels soaked up the wet.
The run began and all were right
Until the beach was clearly set.

A few brave souls fought on through
To the piss stop arriving in Titanic’s car
It was delicious, cold and refreshing too.
Badly needed as ‘On Home’ felt far!

Circle began as the rain started up,
History lesson as usual, charges and jokes,
Titanic and Rarebit served up the sup,
Rain drove us away, so long folks.

Many thanks to our hares, a memorable night,
Next run will be staged in Shoal Point.
Come down Volute and then turn right
You won’t be able to miss my joint!

Maple Syrup

Date – 03/05/2025
Run – 2326
Venue – 19 Tern Street Slade Point 
Hare – Snot and Insex
Hashers – 21

I have been requested by Rarebutt to compile a precise of the run following his unfortunate migraine.  Luckily, I knew the venue, run and participants very well and am uniquely qualified to give an accurate critique. 

Our beloved Sir Snott picked up the golden telephone and requested that the rain and wind gods desist with the bloody rain for at least 24 hours and give him a chance to set a perfect run.  The scene was now set and no one was left to wonder what a perfect run was ahead. A departure from tradition was that the piss stop was at the commencement some 50 meters from the start on a headland overlooking the calm ocean and being high tide the water as at our feet. BEERHUNTERS HHH were deliriously happy with this innovation. 

The superbly marked trail, quite possibly the best marked in MH3 history, made possible by the rain god washing the road/footpath with 1 wheelbarrow full of rain the previous day. Sir Snotts newly constructed auto maker (patent pending) performed faultlessly as the trail wound its way passed numerous heritage sites and even offered a selection of used household furniture. Courtesy of tenants very likely absconding without paying rent and the bailiff removing all items to give the poor fukin landlord his destroyed home back. But I digress, after more superbly marked trail, all flat, and 2103 meters later all arrived home.

Here all got into the beer, wine and cider had a few nibbles. Our illustrious monk called circle up then gave us a sermon he had prepared for the previous week but he went awol instead so we got it tonight. The hares were then called to account for the run. Apparently a 10/10 score is pretty rare but I must accept credit as I earned it. There was a few other fines a few jokes told whilst the Monk again disappeared but returned dressed in all his regalia. Just Sandy and Just Otto were summoned, after being forced to kneel before almighty Monk he bestowed upon them their names and they shall henceforth be known as Gravel Rash and OMG ( oh my god) from this day forth.  

Flaps celebrated the day of his birth and consider himself very lucky I didn’t make a cake on his head, even had the ingredients ready. 

Then INSEX served dinner consisting marinated chicken infused with Chardy, 15 herbs and spices ala dente pasta laced with thickened cream.

Sir Snott then brought out desert Passionfruit jelly cheesecake and left over jelly in the Passionfruit shells

Circle closed and song sung.

ON ON

SIR SNOTT 

Date – 28/04/2025
Run – 2325
Hare – Tarzan
Hashers – 21

21 former athletic souls mulled around the abode of the choirmaster Tarzan waiting for the on on to be called. Not long after 6pm the peloton then headed off into the setting sun.

Down Malcomson street turning left down a dead end, to many it was a surprise when a track was discovered leading up to Sam’s Road. Here’s where the pack were like ducks in a shooting gallery with people and peak hour traffic combined. “Next time we are on this road maybe a police escort might help” (Piccolo).

We all survived to make the Piss Stop in John Breen Park then on home.

Part B,

Those amongst us who support the BEERHUNTERS HHH just went next door to the Kooyong Hotel  where we joined up with Raddish and spoke of yesteryear. The pub supplied nibblies so we were all happy. 

Circle was called by the returning monk, we had a history lesson on fuk knows what – but Mutiny on the Bounty seems the most likely topic. The run was judged either good or bad depending upon your interpretation of the aforementioned traffic. There were several misdemeanours occasioning downdowns, several jokes some re hashed, then dinner was served – Domino’s Pizza to the rescue.  Unfortunately, no gluten free ones so I had to put up with a hangry Insex until she cooked her own dinner when we got home.  She better stock up the hash bag with muesli bars again!

Next week’s run is at 19 Tern Street Slade Point.

On On 

SNOT

Date – 21/04/2025
Run – 2324
Hare – Nicka Licka
Hashers – 20

Run 2324 on Monday was from  bbq area at The Goosies.  About 20 keen hashers rocked up  & almost left at 6pm. Only the sick, injured  and  other wise slack stayed to look after the fortress.  45 mins or so later the pack trickled in looking somewhat keen for Knickas snacks. Sausage rolls & spicy dip was eagerly gobbled down. Circle called & Snot, in Smuts absence, seized the chance to deliver the resume of someone somewhere who did something on this day. Tarzan waffled on about the greedy airlines making Nash Hash shift away from The traditional Easter time slot. Run was given the thumbs up.  Down Downs given.  A few charges dished out & jokes told by the usual suspects.  Main dished up of rice with yummy chicken stew, washed down by the normal array of beverages.

On On to next week at 4 Evans Ave.

Cheers The Tarboy

Date – 14/04/2025
Run – 2323
Venue: John Breen Park, North Mackay
Hare – Pensioner & Mango
Hashers – 19

Once again it is Monday evening (once a week) and from 5.30 to 6.00 a diverse group of people gather at a predetermined location to  (a) see others (b)  talk crap  (c)  drink booze  (d)  see other locations  (e)  not really sure  (f)  try someone else’s cooking 

At 6.00 ish the hare gets up (in this case Pensioner) and proceeds to tell those gathered what he wants them to do for the next 45 to 60 minutes, in his case follow written instructions. As usual this causes confused facial expressions much scratching of heads finally a decision made and people heading off to all points of the compass or the nearest chair or their car to go to the nearest pub or club  . I heard a rumour thar some even followed the written instructions,  some people just can’t think for themselves ,finally after the allocated time all return to the park because beverages have been provided 

One would think that this would mean a time for relaxation and conversation and it was till the bloody Monk disrupted good karma to give us a history lesson and to accuse some of us of being naughty boys & girls . Because some idiot in the dark ages bestowed power to his position we had to listen what he had to say This included that the hare stuffed up and also told false stories last week and that he and mango just served a longer incarceration for  marriage than for murder,  Titanic for no hash gear Harbor for being harbor and a fair group of people not for missing some hash runs but for coming back .That were others but I am getting old 

 The evenings gastronomic delights were produced when the monk finally shut up was gratefully attacked and devoured by the swarming seagulls in what is traditionally the shortest time period in the whole evening 

After a much more sedate period of conversation and substance intake a few of the fossils started packing up their equipment and started the evacuation which in the blink of an eye left the park vacated.  

Next week’s run will be at the BBQ area behind the Gooses club. This is so they won’t have to drive there ” god I’m kind ‘

On On 

Nicka

Date – 07/04/2025
Run – 2322
Hare – JCF
Hashers – 16

I forgot to write this, so relying on memory nothing happened. Well, I remembers a little….. 16 brave souls braved the perfect weather to gather at Bucasia Beach. JCF rolled in with a newby Daniel, and proceeded to load the table up with piles of food, suspected to have been liberated from a mining camp somewhere…. Anyway, on to the run. My bung leg decided I wasn’t going anywhere, so the run was a non-event for me. Others reckoned it was OK though

Soon enough the tribe returned and ingested mounds of said food. After some drinking of beer, someone noticed the absence of the monk, and so Golly stepped forward. There was charges aplenty, but I can’t recall them. Golly forgot to call for jokes, so there wasn’t any. Usual stuff continued on until the song was sung and the circle closed.

The hoard then fell upon the piles of tucker, and discovered two large trays on lasagne nestled in amongst the other stuff, causing a number or runners to begin looking rather bloated.

Soon enough it was on-home, so off we went, leaving JCF to load the remains into his wagon and take it somewhere else.

Next week it’s back to old favourite John Breen Park….. see ya there

Pensioner.

Date – 31/03/2025
Run – 2321
Hare – Flaps
Venue – Carlisle Gardens, Andergrove
Hashers: 18 

The skies were threatening us all with more rain but apparently mud we never fear only running outta beer. 

Having promised us a piss stop we eagerly followed perfectly round dots around Carlisle gardens never fearing the mud in pursuit of the amber liquor. True to his word the hare arrived on his electric scooter with an esky.

We then reassembled at villa 202. After a brief argument Pensioner assumed the Monks duties and Snot the  monkeys. Here is the unusual thing, Flaps being the hare and stand in choirmaster he sang himself the down down song and we all had a drink to the great run.

Jokes told, fines given, an big welcome back to Piccolo. Then we tucked into the 3 course meal.

Having a full tummy and not at all thirsty i packed up my chair and went home

On on

JCF (nominee)

Date – 24/03/2025
Run – 2320
Hare – Juice & Termite
Venue – Cnr Ridolfi’s Rd & Sugarshed Rd & then Barclays Rd, Dumbleton
Hashers: 12

12 dedicated hashers turned up for another great hash run. Numbers were well down on the usual runs mainly because a lot of hashers are currently travelling all over the country. Matches, Zorro, Tarzan, Lassie and Tonto at Nash Hash. Maple Syrup is travelling somewhere not nearly as exciting as being in Mackay for a hash run Smut is on a yacht travelling from Coffs Harbour to Airlie Beach (tough job but someone has to do it. Harbour and Mrs A somewhere, Nicka Licka somewhere else and Piccolo Pirata still in Tassie.

The multitude gathered at the corner of Ridolfies road and Sugarshed road, from there it was up and down along a bit, along a bit more then back to the cars and on to Juice and Termite’s abode.

Everyone was settling down when a load bang was heard, apparently a tree jumped out of nowhere and attacked Golly’s car biting his back side window. I hear lawsuits are in the air against said tree. Of course, what should happen but a couple of heavy showers of rain, lawsuits against God for rain damage.

Nibbles were served, and very nice, hot sausage and veggie rolls were offered up.  GM called the circle together and the hares were given their just desserts. Down down given to Golly for letting a tree attack his car. Flaps for being so very good looking, still looks 21 and a bit. Unfortunately returning runner (Prick) missed out on a down down, but hashers have very short memories and will have forgotten about that next week.  A couple of quick jokes and then it was nosh time.  Curried mince, however, as there were so few people there was no rice or bread, but  the curry was still great nevertheless.

On sex told everyone that Christmas in July would be at the Proserpine Caravan Park the first weekend in July, next monthly dinner will be held this Saturday night at 7.00pm at Roshni’s Indian restaurant Victoria street.

Next week’s run will be at Flaps’ abode in Carlyle Gardens. Just follow the road in across the small bridge and then straight ahead, can’t miss it (unless you do).

On on till next week. Flaps

Date – 17/03/2025
Run – 2319
Hare – Daffodil & Corgi
Venue – Evolution Park, 76 Maggioli Drive, Paget.
Hashers: 18

Hashers who hold a Seniors Card should be exempt from writing a run report as they can’t retain the information they need, it has completely dribbled away by the time the honourable secretary notifies them that the game is up and the report has to be produced.

The evening was dank, dark and drizzly but nothing fazes our Hares, everything runs like clockwork so I’m plucking at straws here. Daffodil gives the pack clear instructions but now I’m thinking that we had to follow the Hare instead of set marks. That’s what I did anyway as I’m sure …. (Unfortunately, Insex just rang now to check on the report’s progress and I’ve lost my train of thought).

The route was 3.3 km. As well as not walking with the entertaining Maple Syrup, Shocker is also to be avoided if you need to note the surroundings for a run report.  I had great difficulty in keeping up with his long, leggy stride plus sidestepping puddles and wet, overhanging branches. Returning to Evolution Park I was non-plussed to see some back-end hashers had already arrived as well as the mosquitoes. 

Smut had lost any authority if indeed he ever had it as the circle didn’t materialise when he called it and the do-gooders were left standing. Eventually all were rounded up. It was St. Patrick’s day and thankfully Smut had something interesting to hang his hat on instead of the usual fare. Normally it’s as dreary as the topic of ‘retaining walls’ at Executive Lunch. Flaps was the choir master and as always came forth with a joke. It was no joke when Termite lost my car keys which reminds me that there were some well-deserved charges for the night. 

Damp weather didn’t dampen the presentation of the food, it was thoroughly enjoyable. Termite has lost his mind and is aiming to also cook rice next week. He has been warned that he can’t compete. What the heck!! The hashers were also fortunate to have a roof overhead while eating and Daffodil was prepared with lights. I digress here: in 1991 Daffodil was the only one who was able to fix my tape recorder on the Canning Stock Route – doctors and carpenters pshaw!!!

 Next week’s true blue Hash run will start on the corner of Sugar Shed Rd and

Ridolfi’s Rd. Food will be at 12 Barclays Rd, Dumbleton. Entrees will be available if Insex recovers from the birthday tonight.

On On

Juice