Run Date: 09/05/22
Run No: 2168
Hare: Prick
Venue: Under Southern end of Ron Camm Bridge,
access by dirt road @ Northern end of Hume Street, West Mackay.
Hashers: 19
With rain threatening 19 brave hashers gathered at clubhouse number 2 under the Ron Cam bridge. The last time I remember being there, was during a cyclone it was wild and woolly. Luckily there was no cyclone (weather cyclone or hasher Cyclone). It has changed a bit since then, civilized walkways and fences so we couldn’t park under the bridge and keep the rain off.
Rarebutt and Titanic had a bit of trouble with the exact location, even after Delicious gave them a map, and specific instructions on how to get there from Caneland car park, however they eventually found their way to the start.
Pensioner was no where to be seen, apparently he didn’t want to get his Merc dirty, or to disappear down a pothole. Hash piss also had some trouble finding the run site as well and everyone was in a panic, no piss but to the credit of Maneki Pussy the piss arrived safe and sound
Prick called the pack to order and swore there was a pisstop, unfortunately a few missed it apparently, so missed out on a top brew, well according to Prick.
There was a total lack of light but Flaps came to the rescue with a light and a table so everyone could see each other, although Rarebutt and Titanic lurked in the shadows, couldn’t quite see what they were up to.
The trail meandered along the path and with a bit of luck everyone managed to find their way back to the on on where Prick had heated up some potatoes with butter and garlic, but no fucking salt.
The hare was given his just desserts. Charges were made down downs consumed, jokes were told with tounger telling two jokes both were quite amusing.
The nosh was served, pies, peas and tomato sauce, Prick obviously spent hours in the kitchen making them, or was it chef four-n-twenty. Everyone stood around talking and consuming their pies. It then started to spit rain so everyone thought it was about time to leave, Prick and tounger stayed a bit longer but even they succumbed to the weather and headed off home
On on to next Monday at 17 Jarrah Street Beaconsfield, for what could be the last time. Flaps
